sailboat

a whole fleet of numbered days and sails raised like hackles to the wind, against the wind, always against because it gusts in our faces no matter which way we turn. we hustle and bustle and hubbub is the name of the game though we should be striving for less hullaballoo and more hovering quietudes instead, like do you recall coffee and poetry in the hammock in the cool mornings of summer, in the backyard before work, waiting for my lids to fully greet the day? oh, what contentment.

there are blizzards of yr skin in these blankets.