letting love have its way

adrift,
a boat idles beside
me
on my small flat raft.
the bones of trees
strapped together.
do you need help, he says.
water?
anything, could I tow
you to shore?
i'm fine, I tell him.
squinting into
the harsh light of day.
my hair is long,
my beard
grey. the sun has done
hard time
upon my face.
i'm fine, I tell him,
nothing can bother me
in this state,
I could drift for
days or years
as I grow weary and ill.
i'm fine.
I am letting love
have its way with me.