GRUMBLE

On the floor

On the sea

The wind -

it sings to me

& the grumble & the laughter

that my body brings to me.

The moan inside my mind

& the waves that crash behind

with the pleasures that remind

me of the otheres left behind.

The grumble is a roar;

On silent sea

On velvet shore

& nothing more important than the words

"I've Flown Before..."

The grumble warns & worries;

Beneath winter winded flurries

As the boredom slurs & hurries

Leaving me so soft & humble.

The sun on sea

The fun on me

The silent sea

Until the next great grumble.