100% chance

i did not tell you when i found the ocean
where the field should be.
i walked to the edge.
saw the sharks. did you know sharks
are older than trees?
they peered from the water 
with juniper eyes. i thought maybe if 
i was the only one who knew
that it would all go away.
you were sleeping in. the day before
they had called for rain. 100% chance
& still somehow it had not come.
we stood on the roof with our mouths open.
heavy grey clouds & then nothing.
the older i get the more i feel like
i'm waiting for some kind of glorious event. 
i understand a desire for the rapture
or even armageddon. instead we have
the uninvited ocean & the clouds
that don't remember how
to pour. i hold my breath often. 
i am trying to think of how i will tell you
about the water.
"do you remember the corn?" i might ask
or else i could just peel the band aide off
& say, "the ocean is waiting for us
where the field used to be." i look for signs 
of deer. i hope they have grown gills
& maybe learned how to swim
overnight. we are all forced to change
so quickly. the wind blows & sends ripples
across the deep blue water. 
a husk washes up on the new shore.