There was water of course, also vapor and cloud formations
I began to detect a second smell hidden within the first one
all at once it made me want to weep
the tears were like grout.
Spiders the size of ping pong balls
a thousand miles from nowhere
apart from the odd seagull there was nothing to be found
a long blue line
became the horizon
the sea sound was like someone breathing in the room with me
as in a mirage.
The chain on the gate rattled
coldness tires me
the tall flower nodding on its stalk was strong but somehow benevolent
right and left, left and right
like a set of sisters
sitting in front of a fence
there is no doubt that every day things are getting worse.
The rain restarted
only this time it was really pelting down as if the clouds had learned to let go and now they couldn’t stop
the hours seemed huge and far apart.
impervious to the passing of time
There’s no one here
a worthwhile way of spending time in life
like a grasshopper.