Only Something

Only something with no
need—
warped by element, loved
into recession

Only something with no
mother, a boat on its water,
afloat and nowhere

could refuse the harbor

Something with no vacancy,
no hunger, cropping its own
low capacity

No birth wound, no age ring,
something strayed
by spontanaeity

Only something with primal
border, with mineral
armor

could turn from this offering

Like a peak you sometimes
see, not a chain of anything