How to Get to My House

To get there at night in an open boat, I crossed
a lake large as a sea.
And told you, whoever you were,
that the houses on the shore
were flooded. I pointed them out.
Why had I moved to this ruined lakeside?
that was not in a city, not a town? Something
I needed? To fix?
To begin again?
No. No, I could simply wake up, as I did,
thinking Where am I?
Where am I? Where am I?
and feel the bed and the splendid sheets, the cold room
in a real house on a mountain.
Woolen socks on my feet.