being
feet swathed in
seaweed sitting at
the edge of
the sea I
shiver in the cold April
wind gazing at stars
they mock me
a singer without
a song a
dancer with
no partner
a soldier
without a weapon
but the sea
sings for me the waves
construct a
fortress round
my feet and in this safe place
I have no need of
a weapon
the candle in my
heart never
wavers in
the salty breath of the wind
as I a cat in
a world of
dog eat dog take the
measure of
my life in
slow exhalations frosting
the air breathing
RC Dewinter