Poem by Priscilla Denise Levertov

Losing Track

Long after you have swung back
away from me
I think you are still with me:

you come in close to the shore
on the tide
and nudge me awake the way

a boat adrift nudges the pier:
am I a pier
half-in half-out of the water?

and in the pleasure of that communion
I lose track,
the moon I watch goes down, the

tide swings you away before
I know I'm
alone again long since,

mud sucking at gray and black
timbers of me,
a light growth of green dreams drying.

1. The Ache of Marriage
2. About Marriage
3. At the Justice Department November 15, 1969
4. Goodbye to Tolerance
5. Clouds

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