I've escaped here to the water
To hide in the mist with the other un-lovers
I'd like to ask the Fog Families why
They take their babies out in the cold
And the magic
To sit on a blanket
Where the waves meet the shore
But I am running faster
Every heartbeat proof
That muscle still functions
If I were brave I'd come out to you
If the un-sheltered ones hadn't played their power games
If I were less encaged out here in the wide-open...
I'd come out to the rocks and listen
But I continue
I pass one who's unpacked his suitcases
All he owns
Here in the sand
"Nice sunglasses!" he says
I exhale a laugh--where was that buried?
They were heart-shaped.