away

the gestating wild, digests us awkwardly,
we're swaying at sea, cast by unfathomable tides,
many fathoms from our hopes, or supposed destiny.
what manifests is more tests and more tests,
of our patience, of our temper.
as tempests cast us rolling up or down hills,
at walls or over waterfalls,
truffles rotting unfound, diamonds crusted under mountains,
wood lice beneath flower pots,
tax rebates sent to houses we have long since moved out of,
golden opportunities, twinkles drawn on our sclera,
then erased in the wake of full calenders,
as our duties siphon us off,
away from our dreams.