They echo off
of each other.
1 rooster-
2 rooster-
3 rooster-

and doodling
amidst the
waving green
avocados ripe,
and oranges pipe,
and papayas hide
on treetop’s high

The winds
sweep eternal,
the clouds
shifting shades,
and the rain
comes in waves
to the sound
of sky’s veins

They say home
is where the
heart is,
(though my heart
is too free
to be defined by
one place)

But my
gypsy soul
and wandering loll
and mermaid’s toll
(who rings with
the bells of
sea’s breeze)
tell me my feet
have a place to
come home;

I can be unrestrained
in the heart of this space