Unpacified Comfort

.I have found a place

Where the sweating fist of wind

Plunges into muscled waves

And steals ideas from the fish shaped

Minds of fish

It tosses them at me, still swimming,

And I wish that I were bigger

Or strong enough

That I could spear one more

As it sleeks past and swims

For the clouds

There is a comfort here

In the wordlessness

Here on the Shore

Where the wind takes

My very breathe

There is a comfort here

In the vastness

Where rain is born

And I will go home now

To dry off and dream.

Forever.