How will I step outside

a poem

picture by author

the world outside is filled with languid tranquility
fueled by the sun’s rays bouncing off the sand
rhythmic tumbling waves
lulling you into a trance
crying seagulls flying from cliff to cliff
above your gaze

inside
there is a rumbling mess
an evermoving mangled nest
I raise my pillow ridged face
look out the window to you down bellow
wanting to join you but I won’t let you know
there is a wreck to put to rest

drowning in doubts
I can roam around the room
evaporate for a bit into this dance
if I start the clutter will subside
but it will be night time when I arrive
so…