In the delta I wait
The tide of people ebbs and flows around me
The cacophony of the mundane
Like a coven in the fall
Passing through on its way to…

With the musical quality of sunshine
Everlasting, instantly disappearing
I cannot tell if it is warm… or not
It does not shine on me
It shines around me
This noise within the shadow

Dowsing the flame of inspiration
I wear the flint down
Chipping away the cold metal
Sparks present themselves for the ignition
The tinder is too green
Too sappy
Too much not the right thing it needs to be

The stream of strangers passing by
Their boats full of ballast
Some are listing
Others are true and upright
Trading in the delta
Some for better goods
Some for pettiness
Some bilging seepage from their hull
Into the water
Into the air
With no regard for this place
The peace
The beauty of the noiselessness
The serene
The clarity
About the business of the world
In a place that knows nothing of such matters

These are things I know little about
The tide of men and the need for… I do not know what