Rescue

as you feed from my hand
the lips you printed there

I only feel it now
the pull of rescue

a child told to wait in one place
till washed away by a rising tide

will wait till retreating sun
underwater sounds of drowning

overtake that one
arms stronger than mine

reaching to pull me back,
I breathe

and the lips in my hand breathe

if we are all mixed up
like some Rubik's Cube

are we not in the right place?
twisting green back to green

yellow back to yellow
is that what people are?