Crashbox

Boys throw stones
While their sisters look on in scorn
And both are embarrassed
By the jeans that are torn

Time and experience rise and fall
We walk in the evening on the shore
Perhaps it's not important after all...
These rocks and jeans that are torn

In the bowl of the sky
Head upside-down
Will there be a reason for every sigh?
Feet in the water, head upside-down

Words piled on tottering words
There are other ways to speak---
I sat down here; I glanced just then;
The line between game and sincerity...

An unexpected catch in the throat
An unexpected tear
Not all that risks the water will float
But even in the drowning, humble courage will bless the fear