Incident Report

Far offshore, an empty rowboat.
Oars folded like wings against the side.
Moments echoing from the years.

Ripples slid past the dock,
curled around pilings. Oarlocks rattled
as two arms rowed steadily

across gray water. Quiet all around.
Then the whir of the cast, a stumble overboard,
and water healed without a scar.

Below, hair stirred in the cloudy
slow current. Stillness anchored the dark hull
in the halo on the surface.