On the radio, about
sea waves resonating with your body. The disabled man next door, his wife is out - is it going to rain? the silences that fill the gaps. Realisation and gone. so many people around me, how many did I miss? The air has a pressured feel, a cleansing downward motion repelling the wind. There will be waves down the coast. A fire on a beach from a torn up hut, a man drinking in the morning. The same mist here as there, makes it all seem the same for a while. They swirl like trains crossing the planet: Van Gough spying the cosmos through some dark bars. Did you say that to me? or did I I say that? This can be as easy as we make it.
