Naps on trams and trains
In grass covered lanes
Suffering from separation anxiety 

Bane of my existence
Lessening thresholds
In salty water

Faraway sanity
Resting in my childhood tree
Freest piece of wood
In a never lasting way

All it said where signs
Finding their way
Upstream
Beaming into what never was

The empty glass
The fallen tree
The beehive behind the yellow shed
Somehow within redemption this time

-D.