from up here

i like to listen

from a comfortable spot

one floor up

above the rituals

convivials

the sounds still strange

against the quiet of the woods

where we long lived

wildlife sounds

now daily drowned

by the buzz and the grind

and the being of humans being

the doing and noisemaking

the taking and giving

the incessant chapters

of our daily living

some days, I like to stay where I am

onlooker

simply listening in

while others, when the heart knows best

to be in some part

part of the rest

of life down there on aged streets

beaten and still beating

yet I prefer the quiet above

where I listen to the rhythm

which begins before dawn

sputtering its first beats

persistant

perpetual

life is so predictable

in this everday town

moving with the light

to find a spot that suits me right

for thinking

for creating

the days of just enduring

connecting times and lives

like single notes

of a singular song

which floats up and in

to the quiet within

to where I sit and wonder

how these daily strains

sound against the tune I sing

the notes I bring

if anything

from living

into the blue

i sink into the sea

into the clear

into the blue

into the me

feel the rocks

below my feet

float in salt

dive down

dig deep

watch the life

the world beneath

swim and scatter

close to me

patches of cold

a watery breeze

surrounding

rebounding

brings comfort

release

stroke by stroke

mind at peace

pains disappear

in the waves

in the sea

drift on my back

let the surf

be the guide

feel salt on my skin

on my lips

in my eyes

still as death

yet so alive

speck in the sea

a blip

in the tide

no matter

what i’ve done

no matter

what i aught

just floating

just swimming

just being

and naught

i sink into the sea

into the clear

into the blue

into the me