Learn to be lost now/learn to shattered.
—Gabriel Kahane, from Baedeker
Last night it was Christmas
ships, boats lit up on the water
blasting seasonal music from
their on-board speakers, creating
light trails on the dark crescents
that oscillate on the surface
of Lake Washington, a line
of them, one after the other
slow-moving, shining, softening
my heart like beans you soak
overnight before you cook them.