By Naomi Shihab Nye
1.
All night someone is trying to tell you something.
The voice is a harbor, pulling you from underneath.
Where am I, you say, what's this and who are you?
The voice washes you up on the shore of your life.
You never knew there was land here.
2.
In the morning you are wakened by gulls.
Flapping at the window, they want you to feed them.
Your eyes blink, your own hands are pulling you back.
All day you break bread into small pieces,
become the tide covering your straight clear tracks.
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