Poem as Acknowledgement

A man on a boat nods and waves at me 

on his way to bait traps.

I nod and wave back. 

We both exist for the sun.

How day opens a first set of jaws, 

shows its teeth while it yawns.

Sun reflects off polished brackets and metal realities,

such slick cruelty.

Blue smoke turns and hangs over green water. 

If there was a war I might die for him,

or kill him or pity him.

Today, inevitably

something dreadful I could stop

is going to happen.