The waves washed us clean...
Buoyant beasts in midday sun,
Diving deep beneath cacophony,
Breath baited to shores unseen.
"For where does one go?
When cast into dwellings of doubt,
built only for the joy of smoke.
When caught between
daily races
and the lure of the stars?
When the earth is arid
for seeds you long to sow?"
A cerulean surrender,
A tender balm of silence,
Seeping through window pores,
into chambers not yet a home.
In this graceful suspension,
With fortunes set to the currents,
There is no knowing
of how far we'll go...