Again
Feb 22, 2022
buckets of rain wash the sidewalk
the fields awaken from their slumber
humans don’t need to hear it for it to be so
it is there now
the wind is whispering renew
as the hand on the clock moves through space
I am home
again
here on the bottom of the ocean life is reckless still
and I can’t hear the meaning of yet another unjust lie
with the will of the current drifting by
no one needs to see it for it to be so
the waves clamor awake by the moon
spead their hands across the sand
like lovers sometimes do
I am home
again
