Singing in the Wires

I could be standing at the screendoor
asking for something easy

but it never is

                        or if it was they’d find a way to

package it & I’d still be paddling thru the shallows
waiting for the tide…

(From the outside)             looking                      out

2 eyes, 2 hands, one split-level heart

dedicated to beams of sunlight
money for nothing
flakes of rust that gather in a corner of the sky

& there is a reason why we open the windows half-way each

morning only to close them half-way each night

all summer long when the seaweed is in bloom

It will never leave us when it goes

& love is not a dream returning