it's midnight and the wind
is warm, moist
howling at the sills
a few minutes ago i was standing
on a stone pier
watching as a couple of tiny bats
bounced off the surface of the sea
like pebbles
darting to and fro
grasping at tiny fish
yes i have questions and
a number of
things to say but
nothing feels quite
important
when you're in the
Brine