Waiting

And I’d bathe my house in sunlight 

In the downturn of my eye 

Slow the waking candle

The tide doesn’t move,

And the shore ceases longing for it

Duck feathers of life

Each moment breathes into the next,

A circle of air:

Ocean foam and sweet pea, 

a scent someone I loved once hated

Birds keep flying home where

Ocean foam is the warmth

Baked into the soil of the earth,

Where I stand still, waiting