Somewhere

I’m inside the night Twirling my thumbs Watching moths About my head Beating soft wings Against things. I’m outside the day Wiping sweat from The back of my neck Watching pterodactyls Beating their huge Wings like heavy plastic Against the scorching air. I’m inside my bed Turning occasionally Imagining the breath Of a vast ocean one Thousand yards below Me and the damp salty Air wets my face and ears. I’m beneath the clay Dreaming I’m alive.