Home is where the wasteland

Far from fragile minds in a bandage

far from their city of dreams in ruins
a tortoise white as sand white as tortoise
in its day in a skin crawling over skin.

Open bay for the sea to float in
the skyline it’s prayer hums
the same deep sound as everything.

Free from the broken fragile minds
tearing open each other’s bodies
with contrary dreams. Will we ever be

fulfilled in the unseen? That close
to nothing, the horizon holds the glow
of sunset. Before it gets dark a mother
pours her love down into her nameless
future daughter.

Life pours her self into no self
for tomorrow’s blooming.