Waves rise like moments,
moments rise like waves.

I met a sailor sailing as
he sat upon a log.

He said the stars make
good bank loans when
the dice roll storms at eleven.

Worms, he added, are good
when the trout are hungry,
and if we could fin-swim
we'd be whales.

But only those whales whose
oil is good for light.

Then he got off the log and swam off.