I’ll scamper on the beach again

And feel the Golden light

Savior, soul food, heart’s delight

Why the nights of dark

Tired, salty, burned and raw

Not sure now the breath I draw

Is air and not just shards

Tiny daggers weaken me

To care I could rise up

I see no light, no hope, just fear

Drawing down on me

Turn to the darkness, soak it in

Feel it like your flailing fin

Release the fight, light your peace

Dwell with it in hindsight’s glow

Soon enough the answers sought

What to know is nigh

Release it all, dwell with me

with your final sigh

I write moments, though some not my own; once they’re out I’ll likely not recognize them if shown to me a week later…The Fitch