5 Feb 2017 - From my window
February 5, 2017 14:28
From my window I can sometimes see the sea. And sometimes I can’t.
Twice a day the ocean swells the river, in agreement with the moon, and twice a day I watch the water rise up my garden, come to the door, and stay a good while, and do what it does, so totally.
Before folding back, like a drawn breath.
We are left skewed and undone –like toys after play, at bath time.
Posted February 5, 2017 14:28