IN Small Boat Lesle Lewis's craft rides the waves of the New England landscape both internal and external. If her world is a collage, as she says, then her poems provide the glue that anchors everything from shifts in the weather to world events to a cacophony of thoughts. When two sentences collide, a new relationship begins, and Lewis's poems bring sense to these complex and disparate juxtapositions. Small Boat, in other words, both creates an exciting chaos and provides a soothing faith. The Menders And The Breakers The rain does not cool and is a sticky one to the present and the place. Is it a weakness, yours for narcotics? The trees levitate and become mountains. You stand in the water inside a melancholy boulder. Now you're a flying sandwich.