smiles

thank you for the escape

we're here- - 

where the fields pop like bubbles 

vision of sepia, grain, a murky bible 

of pastures popping 

presided over

by electric sheep, 

my slash of hope 

and somehow you find 

a ship in a bottle 

we step inside 

and board to be
whisked into a
world we belong

in a truth: no matter how tired 

or trite the handhold, the smile, 

the freckle 

a glimpse of clouds and 

feet dangling out the bottom

sometimes we run up the sky

and down to the sea to take 

a sip

paling salty water into our hands 

sometimes the others abandon us 

and the moon has forgotten to die

we drown in the sea, but the waves 

ripple us into smiles, and we think that

is nice, 

we smile and float back 

and some storm by and vacations 

and suns and planes going 

to other places, 

smiling. 

--aug,12