Breakers

October 5, 2015 § Leave a comment

I am
full of holes,
a tattered sail,
a lacy curtain in a gale.

I am a solar flare,
a molten lariat.
I’m pretty sure it’s big, the reach of that.

I sat down by the big river
to be ruffled by its roar,
but I think it’s way too loud now—
I can’t take it any more.

So I’m off to the mountains
where the river begins
to hear my own heart beating,
and to drink from my own spring.

I am a solar flare,
a crackling ring of flame.
I make enough damn noise myself
but it may be just the wind…
it may be just the wind.

It may be just the wind
whistling through me.

 
 
2015
Melody and plunky uke by me.
Arrangement, keyboard and backup vocals by Tal Day

 

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