Fingers of White
Took a walk around the avenues, noisome cars, fingernail moon, darkness, solitude
Ambient sounds, dream ships on no wind, tattered sails, limp arms creak
Ruts of silt, pumice and clay
Corners of the bed sheet pull free
Silence, sleep, breaths both shallow and deep,
Wilting around me
Waters pour over sands, smooth stones and bits of sea glass are fragmented mirrors
Tides without intention, sounds without meaning, motion without memory
Unearthed roots are impossibly red and brown, fingers curling into fists of outrage
Of outright disbelief, exposed to open air
Nature's turbulent sorceries, wizard's broken wands
A hot shower, new growth along my jawline, bits of silver mutter through the brown
Fingers of white, whisper in a phantom wind