morning light breaks
a city wakes
chimney smoke subdues
streetlights turn in
to lights through kitchen windows
front doors that open
car engines ignite
I fall asleep

never thought I could feel like this
never thought I would walk before deserts of sunlight
and feel nothing but cold wind, my heart as ice

never thought it was possible
to break while being put together
to forget while remembering
to be inside my body and outside it
to be alive but not living

a sparrow sits on the gutter
a boy walks into the forest
a ship sits anchored in the harbour

sometimes
it's all too much
most times
it's not enough

There is something gentle
in the way you move your hands
like waves rolling in on the shore
when you speak
like tides that retreat
currents that turn and meet
and I meet you there
in the waves, in the water

because no wonder we break
on a sunny day
over nothing at all
except small fragments
of worn out places


We watch
white mist climb
over the dunes
along the grass
into front yards
through windows

the thick air, suffocating
even the seagulls

but time is never fast enough
to take us back
or forward

we roll over
and over again
onto shores
washing up bones
and worn out coins




the sky is brighter in the evenings
you tell me

I watch as a ship leaves the harbour

We all breath the same, no?
We all have beating hearts, yes?
We all have a brain, and limbs, and lips, and eyes, and thoughts, and feelings, and, and, and...
So, why must we make such a mess?
Why must we fight and hurt others simply because what they have isn't a replica of ours?
Why must someone with one skin pigment be treated any differently then someone with another.
Why must other peoples opinions be down sized for no other reason except that they aren't ours?
Why do we hate each other because we're different?
Why in this already destruction filled world do we destroy others down to build ourselves up?
Why?
Why?
Why?
What is wrong with us?