Toes touching riverside,
we're watching waves kiss the shore
Sunlight spills through branches
in your skeleton garden,
while wings flap like heartbeat -
Garden sighs and spider bites,
it is morning.
No cacophony of dayBREAK,
just sleepy eyes open.
Sipping brews and subtle breathing
- this is being "a good neighbour",
and not fearing watchers on the dock,
Weightless bones float in grey sky,
ephemeral musings over steaming mugs,
This is not my home.