As I stand in the nourishing light
of midday
I drink in the sun
and bask in it’s warmth
with gratitude

I was told
that we weren't meant
to live in fear
of dying
We evaporate
into the wind
like water from sheets
that are drying
We float on clouds
in bleached-white gowns
waving to our former towns
Going where we won't wear frowns
or ever feel like
crying

Sometimes I feel like an idiot
In search of a village
and can’t get offered the job

Beware of the employment of hate
For there is no target
unworthy of it's attention
and it abides by no rules
of common decency or sense

On the wings of seagulls
rides the ocean air he breathes
He shuts his eyes
and in his mind
he's once again
at sea

Fear stares at an open grave
And yearns for home

There was a time
When he dwelled
In the spacious house
That was once her heart
And now there is not
One small room left
For him to occupy