small talk

say the weather
it is small talk why
even talk about it
The weather is like God
You can protect yourself to a point,
but you always live inside.

Clarification:

i am not a clarifier
nor answerer

just
i am good

and not take me bitterly
as medicine not trusted

The wind is still a friend

The wind is still 

a friend blowing through you unmovable

letting you let go

emptying your shoes of blood

opening both your right and your left eye

sow with both hands

your body heavy with dreams

dropping like a cut anchor

Casting

Pinches of food, pungent, but

out, way out, 

away from the house

untouched except by ants and flies

I kept at it

nightly watching the waves of dark

lap and twist

around a form denser

My imagination grew strong waiting, cast 

like a fine net into shadows

sunken from view

I, outside or within