09/04/2025

Life lately a confusion of you,

such that when I dream I am spat

out the funnel end of a tornado

into a sunshiney place where kids run

and I am young again.

Where beaches stretch for long miles

and all your favorite relatives live close,

to live in quaint houses with adjoined backyards, 

always on family road trips to Somewhere Good.

In such a place you are always near,

chasing and chased,

young to old to young again,

life twined around each other,

the oceans of the earth hugging the sky,

blue murked the horizontal line,

I have fallen into you.