arrivals, departures, strange weather and marine birds.

pushing slowly, unsteadily and off-key
to get rid of a wanted surprise
that vanished as it came

taking heed from coincidences:
arrivals, departures, strange weather and marine birds.

maybe it'll all make sense one day
it'll all come easy, as to say
"we stuck at open sea
never could get out easy
of easy deeds"

but for now it just feels
as one lonely day conceals
another more rigid
winter hymn

written for Z.D.