Bulldozing, digging, digging, home-making,
keeping a hand on your shoulder while I build
shelter.  Keep two eyes out, roll one left,
one right for that big fish so I can burrow
space not enough for a fist to unclench in
but enough to survive this aquatic jungle.
Home’s dark under a rock, but walls,
even those of sand, provide a welcomed limit
when blindness is infinite vision.