I used to decorate my nest with dried flowers
the birds said I wanted to be the sun; or so they thought
the singers assumed I need a calming night breeze
Now I carry my nest in my backpack
then the tall tree came to give positive reinforcements
and for some uncounted hours I thought I was seeing a coastal dawn again
I lifted baby crabs off the sand and put them in an emptied whiskey bottle
but the tall tree is not an actual tree
and from the very beginning I have known that it is actually the wind; or so I thought
and blue turned to green; and then back to blue
and from the very beginning I have known that blue will always be blue
I assume the wind is blue
it reminds me of the twilight that has been threatening me
the transition from light to half dark, then to complete darkness
in the end everything will end
but we are forced to play it on repeat
