– Down By The Bay –
We wander down to the bayside,
wait at the edge of the water
for the tide to rise over
the cold and stoney shore.
Saw toothed jawbones
lay in the dry sand,
flesh of fish picked clean
by birds of prey.
The midday sun wanes,
striations of gold and grey
cast across the clouds,
marking the places
where the angels play.
We light the fire
for warmth in the night,
stoking it like our future,
building the flames
like swollen veins,
and leaving footprints
like soot stains
along the path
of our past.
Walking here is like walking on
some distant alien world,
yet it is more like home
than anywhere that I have ever lived.