The little guy’s spinning in circles
small feet flailing below the surface
a seagull, just out from the shore
the Supermoon came through two nights ago
rallied the tides
but today they are quieter again
softer, gentler, a little less wild
that feels right for this Thursday morning,
whatever ‘right’ feels like these days
I’m holding a cardboard coffee cup
it reads ‘almond’ in scrawled letters on the lid
today’s the first day they pre-empted my order
if there were a list of strange skills and powers
right at the top, after untying knots, would be
my ability to be adopted by coffee shops
a loyal patron, quickly absorbed into a local
I sit for a moment on the waters edge
scratchy sand bags below my bum
the clouds above are a little grumpy looking
but not ominous
the light reflects off the water between the moored boats
it looks like it could be a painting in an english seaside house
or maybe a puzzle in an old fishing shed
I’m half here, half in my head
Then, I feel his legs up against my back
both hands pressed against my shoulders
his fingers amongst the knots that not even I can untie
of foreign pillows and even more foreign times
I close my eyes and take a deep breath
to the base of my lungs
my exhale has a sound
he leans down and kisses me on the head
as I lean my weight against his shins
and time stops, for a moment
not a thought
just the sound of the ocean
the resting of my soul
for this small moment,
I am more at peace than any moment that has come before