the stillenss of green

touch down in thunder and torrential rain. awakening to a world washed green.
early morning chain smoking chain story regurgitation. my mother fresh dressed in jewells greets me with the dawn.

when sleep comes it is swollen with memory and anxiety. i am shuffling myself into place now.

now the grey is stillness and i am aching for salt and my sisters.
stop a moment. breath is catching.
chasing home again.