Shake

I shake
and reflection
stills me

coastal mountains roar at the sea
and illusion
allows me

the truth
cresting this magic
confusion

I sing the blues
until savanahs
turn into forests

and this forest
turns into deep deep water

I have these blues
in this rain

and I shake
until reflection
stills me

in this cold spring

I shake
and my neighbours
come and go

the wind picks up
and I am alone

and reflection
stirs my heart

inside an iron pot

a grand stew
over steady embers

as the fog
moves over the harbour

and the boat lights

barely glow