cleansed

the year starts by washing the town.

sudden swelling of water across streets and pavements. we barely make it back to our beds. sparkling in the soft light of the first day of the next marking. time neatly cordened demarcating then and now.

i go through all the cycles, ride waves in solitude. stircrazy with waiting for the beginning to transpire.

wandering across wide open spaces and saltwater. my dreaming proficent in thirsting and conjuring and longing and such.