When his Converse border bay
everything is faraway.
Sticks he snapped, stones he hurled,
headaches, tantrums, the 'real world'.
Broken bones beneath the pines,
dormant glass and water lines,
emptiness the cloaks and roams
and follows when we leave our homes,
greying shore crumbles away,
the hidden sun, the light of day,
fields of reeds where ospreys flee
can reach the sky-
so
why
can't
he?
