I need a field of magnets
to pull me back home
when I wander too close to the edge
of this wide & wonderful ocean.
My mother’s hand leaps to her chest
as I dangle my toes over the rock.
Why should I be scared of such
Our flames lick the logs
from beneath. I almost fall when
the wood pops with water in the fireplace.
It must be the sound of a heart breaking.