Doesn't need a reason

Loading up on virtue, poetry or
a 12-pack of silence
              while a herd of gulls
                              flap scatter into empty air

              The Beachbreak Sutra says
                              “Fold up the cloud cover
                                                & carry it away”
              So gently step the other side of the spoon

a slow dance a distant memory a diversion
              all the clutter in shapes of dreams like
                                                aerodynamic submarines
                              drifting upsidedown
              inside the sound
                                                your heart makes