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