You caught lightning in your mouth
and kissed the world a thunderstorm
All Four Winds bleeding out,
               moment by moment
and stilling the night;
instill it with silence.
Infuse it with waiting
                bait our breaths--

--The ocean's saline, and
               I'm surprised to say,
it seems to like us.
Lips can clamp or loosen,
catch and hold or unleash.
               Choose one?
          it's catch-and-release.

I gulped wondering into my mouth
and I spit out an omen.
               Dolmen smile fading now;
                    twin teeth releasing
                          floodwaters
               from this tomb door of a frown.
Quell the squalling night;
implanting our silence.
Infused with surrender.
               Hold no breath.

                         Anyway...

          We don't check on each other...

          ...or look at our neighbors.

           Yesterday's just that, friend.