Light Ship

I was looking at the ark
But no one wanted me on it. No one wanted me there I could feel it
In the stares I brought with me: I sounded
Dumb. I’d never

Needed to be on a boat before either, as it felt
Easier floating through one haze after another
Buoyed by everyone else’s salt, above
Any sense that I was treading my own water; so now

I couldn’t tell if the slope went up
Or down to me? Do we really need to continue

With this? As I get it: I used to think
They were all sad little dinghies, and ever
So cringe; but I’m now worse than they
Ever were: I only see oceans. Ick.