With you, it’s terraforming comfort zones.
Without me, sea monkey habitat goes
smash; we spend all our time repairing homes.
You, inside, watching all the concrete prose
wobble like loose eyes. Wave, insomniac,
your fixed gaze crisscrossed, upturned. The sad shoal
follows me. I’m building them a brand new home,
(the last) made crumb in a flash by a black hole.
My friends, the fish, repay me with treasure
which I invest in a pensioners trust
for old fish, to keep them old but clever.
Me inside, spent, watching the whole sea rust.
I learn to live without necessity,
This flood made drought by sand,
sans you, sans me.