Broken glass mosaics in gutters and sidewalk cracks Endless nights of glowing screens and quiet music Long haired children with surfboards and cigarettes I flick the ashes off mine in greeting to hollow eyed friends Shaking from early morning hangovers The clouds settling in low places among scrub hills Ocean crashing reminds me Iām still human Sand castle dreams viewed through broken windows Pulled a thousand directions in a moment, comprehend none of it Smiling for no reason when fingertips meet and eyes cascade radiance Laughing in deep places with no expression And out of our togetherness, there is profound silence In dark concrete rooms with the smell of detergent Unfolded clothing on the bed and empty bottles of gin Words on the page, meant so much more last night Now just scratches in ink and pencil, another idea to discard Sparrows scatter from high lines and we take our first breath