You never swim out into the same ocean
But I woke this morning
A flock of school children passing,
One child dragging a stick along the fence,
The music of a boy
Who has more than he can carry,
And I thought, I’m no longer
So fond of travel…
Not “old” but inside
I’m pushed now
Farther to a corner,
The birds of my flesh rising
Coursing over my house.
Planet of the Blind 