All water is a part of other water.
No water is lonely water.
Waterspout laughs at joke of frog pond.
Tide wrinkles its green forehead and then breaks through.
as something stirs and turns within you.
Not knowing why you linger in the dark.
from what you are excluded.
Tony Hoagland’s most recent collection of poems is What Narcissism Means to Me (Graywolf Press). His next book, Unincorporated Persons in the Late Honda Dynasty, will be published in January. He lives in Wellfleet, Massachusetts, and his favorite spiritual practice is taking his clothes off and leaping into cold water.