Restitution

After that time,
That forbidden in conversations
Carpet pulled over the cracks time
The time even my war torn dreams refuse to revisit,
I stayed, and made life small, simple, and beautiful.

I kept fresh flowers next to my bed
I watered the lawn and sat by the rippling fishpond
And like the concentric circles of the calmly ambling fish
I felt pulled back into a rythmn I could understand,
And I survived.

Atlantic

This side of the ocean

Will now be

What I see

In my dream sea

The chill fever sleepless nights

Seeing an ocean of barnacle infested, swollen tonsils

Drowning in this health consuming water

The nights are endless

This place has infected my subconscious

Shrinking clarity and reality

Stripping the mind of sunshine vitamins.