I sat by the fire with my wave-tossed friends
thinking this is how the world began.
I looked at the stars and we stared at the moon

Wishing we were free like the raccoons.

The heart-pulsing beat

the way that you sleep
with the sand pressed so tightly on your cheek.


The roar of the wild
the love decaying while
we dream and dream like a child.


I wait with the winter by the stone-cold caves,
how does the world decide to begin?

I blink at the trees and their silhouetted leaves,
come and sit here with me.


The heart-pulsing beat
the way that you sleep
with the sand pressed so tightly on your cheek.


The roar of the wild
the love decaying while

we dream and dream like a child.

I sit by the ashes with the fading ghosts,

is this really how the world began?
I look at the smog and the grey-fingered sky,
a raccoon now with bags beneath my eyes.