what do we breathe like water

gulp down like air

plunging through catchless sky and seamless waves

tossed without ceasing by riptides and wind

each day each moment brings its own weather

each morning we begin again

learn to ride the hidden currents

learn not to throw ourselves against the clouds

or not, and arrive at night

drenched and bruised by endless falls

the silence of the moon refused my dreams

letting them fall useless back to ground

shattering unheard like junkyard glass, like ramshackle dreams,

like a haggard heart battered by weary patience

so finally I slept, thus unburdened by heavy want

and awoke to step with lighter mien

the day now met as just it was, not as something it should be