In the embrace of her muscular fur,
Her claws puncture my hand, her imperious
Teeth close by my face.
I have to hold her, or she will consume me.
Before, I was in despair
as she cheerfully
Made ready to depart.
I must not let go;
She is my only way out.
A ship, cloud-like, immense against
The blue of wider river beyond,
moves in glacial inches up the narrow channel,
almost rubbing the brightly stacked buildings,
close on either side,
each bank the beginning of a separate country,
Both contained in this single city.
I am constantly forgetting my children, the car,
Other odds and ends,
But no matter,
They will always turn up on the other side.
Finally, loading my family and possessions,
in a candy red car,
We drive to the other country
over the wavering bridge
slapped together as we cross
by ant-like workers, with eager wings
buzzing and whining, they bring pieces
torn from buildings, driftwood
from the slow churning waters below.
If someone is left behind,
or something not packed and carried over,
Everything finds a way over.
We have no home, but our bright car
Takes us deep into the new land.
The city moves with us
flowing like flood waters over the countryside.