home

ocean tide
beach
the bird

boatman's wake
murmur
of wind

never
strange
to me

human eye
beachcomber's step
the sandy road


I discovered the dunes
slowly

saw my house
in the distance


is there a place here
to call
home

the sky

does the grass
wave
like curtains

can I rest my head
on the dune's slope
like a pillow

home translates
as home

its song
sung
also

by the bush
under
the wind

Yes Texas I meant slope. Thank you.

Thank you porlock.