A teacher told me a poem needs the land and the sky,
something to stay grounded, and something to fly,

but I think a person needs the land and the sea,
something to hold steady, and something to flee.

A person needs a place to stand and a lever to hold, 
and to light a little fire against the big black cold,

and a fire is warmer where two bodies lay,
and the big black cold is a little less gray.