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...