AT 14

To be shy, 

to lower your eyes 

after making a greeting, 

to know    

wherever you go 

you’ll be called on, 

to fear 

whoever you’re near 

will ask you, 

to wear 

the softer sides of the air 

in rooms filled with angers, 

your ship    

always docked    

in transparent slips    

whose wharves    

are sheerer than membranes.