Refusing Ebb

Bluer than the brushstroke
up and to the side
bridging the divide

Bluer than the tears
always pooling tidal,
refusing ebb

I see the tide 
a little farther true north
just a little farther

To place the space
my soul resides

  

Inland

How can my world
become so small

and today

Even when it's here

Ticking of the clock

Driving

each ping

each clang

The day

sways

away

Inland