There Isn't Any Place Like Home
Sleeping on a plane
a pane of glass and
staring up into the root of a tree.
Thunder waves roll
They swish, swash,
Waves eat sand and spit sand.
White moon painted light stretched out across an endless horizon
and the pale liquid cream green sky
A star sits on the thick black line on the tip-toe top of the sea
There is no direction but a wind in a vivid dream
and no mind but to know the truth
that tick tocks
And like my father I will never wear a watch
Filled to the brim so with
Floating above my sparkling eyes
A see saw
A Balance Beam
Pivoting above my Rose(nose)
Light and a Vaccuum.