sea sound
the gentle shushing
wave against the shore
my world contracts
and I
cocooned in salty silence
slide
into the sand
sea sound
the gentle shushing
wave against the shore
my world contracts
and I
cocooned in salty silence
slide
into the sand
sitting
in a green chair
the little mother
marks time
in half hours
father’s day –
another year passes
with no one to call.
summer heat
the sun forces me inward
dreaming
quiet footsteps
on cool tiles
the gentle silence
of you