Is it wise
A human home
Hands her the softest land

Crystallised
A swallowed poem
Sand sweet sinking plans

Waves woman
How to hold
Days darling
How they let go

A history
A house
A thought worn soft by someone else
I don’t mean to try figure you out
Except when I do
When I strain for the sound
Of what might be a dormant shout
A severance of solid ground
If only you could dream aloud
I wouldn’t have to tip-toe round
The demons I can’t live without
Inherited inhaled and found