here's the rambling

leading to the foot of the road

there the grasses tuft up from the sand

slow green fireworks

we're gonna be skirting the rim

along white cliff edges

there's an arm outstretched, here

pointing the way

circling the islands of home

finger casting the direction spell

like an ocean current would

as the wind flies

your rain coat

that windbreaker

the waders

they'll not help you here

the deep end drenches

being as inescapable as they are

maybe we have something to talk about

or maybe the retort was likely sufficient

and immediate at the time

demonstrating the electric

shine of the moment

apt pupils having a mind meeting

in the attics wired up as

conduits of lovers from another mother's world

readying for a step into this one

and back again

tides rocking the Earth

in the arms of a sky