Standing in dark storm,
not to turn back...
Barefoot in nature
I release all my tension...
There is always this moment
before a car smash...
Not the salt.
The water hurts...
I wish I could forget yesterday,
legs curled in...
With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...
Just walk with me
Let me look over and see...
What was it that you said, when
we both felt the ashes on our faces...
When looking at the puzzle
Of the jigsaw that I solved...
my oars split the surface,
bequeathing brevity...
Quiet messages weave
between two eyes...
It's so strange how the body reacts
to a shift in emotion...