Elements

I caught the mystery of the tide, from sea and passing sea, I coughed it deftly in one palm to look upon and see, what made it move, what made it smile, thoughtful and free, thought that might let me be. Nothing came from all my eyes, though it rocked so soft I thought I’d cry, a small wind reaching wrist to wrist, tongue obsessing in the fist, junkie thriving on its lust, with high eyeballs disguised as rust, sheltered trees where brothers work on cars all day, beneath the shade, in gravel way, I wear their tee-shirts, look at snakes, jump off dock in mother's lake, watered mirror for mirror’s sake.