Sandy scatters about us.
And a lucid sky speaks to longing unknown.
Nowhere but here, and yet you don’t understand.
And your heart is hidden or nearly impossible.
My sanity a mess of beauty.
My sanity clear as a sunny day.
And what is this madness?
Will a blissful token of heaven find its bloom?
All I can do is stand in the rain and inhale the ozonic misty catharsis.
To let it go among the wisps.