Unreachable

Cry into the sea

Breathe out sky

Take stock of time

de-canting through

a liquid hourglass.

Remember the sound

of sea as it rushes

the feel of skin

as it prickles to wind

or the way turquoise water

turns clear in the cup

of your hands as you stand

alone and unreachable -

horizon paper thin.

-Debbie Calverley

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Cry into the sea
Breathe out sky
Take stock of time
de-canting through

Remember the sound
of a sea as it rushes
the feel of skin
as it prickles to wind

or the way turquoise water
turns clear in the cup
of your hands as you stand
alone and unreachable -
horizon paper thin.
Debbie Calverley

Airports

In the silence of my hotel room
sudden noise of building fans
planes take off and land
on the highway all the traffic
hurries somewhere.

I'm tired with nowhere to go
Tomorrow is another day.

Debbie Calverley