Somewhere above this shivering land there’s a cloud waiting
For your weather beaten head.
An enclosure covered with steam and more fitting your station;
To idle in as you refuel your life.
Where ideas of temporary location are lost in the vastness of
Ocean drawn mist and its kisses.
Where the sagacities of facts are left behind and a shattered
Mind is welcome to wander.
Stripped of material pities and petty commitments, and steeped
In a fresh crust of citrus.
A place to unlace the material of your skin stretched features
And mingle with the ancient.
Soaking up the life blood of neighborhoods further afield than
Three blocks away, and unpaved,
And sacred in its make-up: seminal in element and eternal in
Furnishing coal for the soul.