back home on east coast at should know better age | poem

poetry collection

back home on east coast at should know better age

at mother’s place

swallowing clumps of salt

thinking too much

for simple lives to handle

dizzy from fresh air

drowning, in good time

hydrated

lucid—way beyond comfort.

is all of my being

a longing

for the harder things in life?

rising tides rock fishing boats

as the dawn comes

and the gull cries

to take flight

to …