Like water I am fluid
taking guidance
from the rain
blending with
the madness
as one movement
we stay sane.
My emotions swim
to deep ends
some days I drown
in shallow waves
suffocated by how lonely
even blue tides don’t
come and stay.

There will always be a beginning.
There will always be an end.
‘But the stuff in between could be amazing’

Groaning the salt and sand
Grind up a caravan
Left here last year.

Dancing the jagged grain
Slice at the wooden frame
Adding veneer.

Howling they bounce across
Splinters of patterned dross
turning to brier.