flowing with the tide

it's a miracle that I'm able to sit here and
flow with the tides once more

I wouldn't want it to be any other way

it shakes the frame of my foundation and
entertains me with some untapped wisdom
otherwise
lost in the deep expanses of my mind

not saying that it's very large anyway,
but rather humble
with thimble roadways
and drive-ins through memory lane for
all my single-celled neuron viewers

it's all so confusing and young
and fresh, a deep growing root

this writing:
It's loyal and it
grows and grows past the
roads
highways
moons
stars
galaxies

and the fan spins in silence to the midnight desperation