I am mist in the wind, invisible to the eye, sitting on a stone wall by the shore enjoying sky
The passerby’s they miss with quick glances and faded smiles, shining teeth and tearing up they’ve been here all the while.
Native to the roots their feet they sink deep into earth, sandy toes and trickling shins, wind blowing round a skirt
Pebbles on the water glistening streaks of white, pull back on the ocean all the motion full of might
Loneliness i am alone but so much here at home
The salt the sand everything I could want and more
Totem stretching all my spirits the moon does to the morn
I am the call I aim the wisp the bay opens the door
The moon collects the liquid stretching droplets up to space, spotting atmosphere like freckles on her face.
Jetty rocks extend like boulders of the north, drilling down to bedrock where they come from is the source.
Slipper shells and hiding creatures come collectively as one, I watch them from my vantage point so simple as they run
The planes they pass above leaving narrow trails of puff, the feel of the rocks on my arm is cool and firm and rough.
Loneliness i am alone but so much here at home
The salt the sand everything I could want and more
Totem stretching all my spirits the moon does to the morn
I am the call I aim the wisp the bay opens the door
Gulls are calling, secret messages to one another across the beach, fighting for the last of the feasts
Windy squalls come from the left hitting my face with cool breezes, discussing reasons.
Engines wailing skimming boats on thin layers, humming like the birds
From my vantage point on top this wall these are my only words.
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