HOMELESS

I am tired.

I have walked.
Through the immobile rocks,
As the foam dies trying to paint them white…

And now,
I have come home.
To the abandoned sea cove.

I need to lie face down.
Foetal.
Knees tucked inside.
Draped in my wet wings.

And shiver.

For Tomorrow,
I have to wake up
And smile drowsily,
As the morning paints my iris.
And slowly watch the coffee
in the other mug get cold


Tell the gale
To turn it down a notch.
I need to listen
To the white noise,
And make it into a song.
And Turn off the stars.
I need to sleep tonight.