a stone alive at last
after being worried for god knows how many years,
won by the little boy
who picked the right number of fish in the sea.
followed by another kiss.
followed by the dark starlight of jesus
by the dark starlight of a ship too far at sea
at too late a date
at too late a time
no one can be on board such a ship—
no one can kiss like you
or the ocean approaching the rest of the night waiting world
From Harvard Review