I prefer the isolated, lonely places
A forgotten bone-bleached beach
A seagull’s ceaseless cry
Waves crashing like
Poseidon’s storms
All hallowed and shipwrecked
Not the gross hyperbole of
Humanity’s dis-ease
Poisonous arrows like Aries
Riding the winds of war
But where there is space

To breathe the sky
Its saltness of being
Stretched horizon
Forever going backwards
All the possibilities of time
Like when we were young
You held my hand like sanctuary