May 8, 2014

Sometimes Water


In the night
the sound 
comes and goes,
sometimes water,
sometimes wind.
I cannot tell 
which ebbs and flows,
only morning
finally shows,
growing grass
or drifting sand.
In my dreams
they sound the same.
Every month,
the bill comes due,
depending on
where I've been,
sometimes water,
sometimes wind.

5/5/2014