near sleep

who is to see
that the waves
must be in Hawaii,
Mombasa or Rio

the waves
need no place
with a glorious
name and sight,

need no tourists
with their goddamn
shouts of awesome
and wow and oooo

waves are waves
and i listen,
sand and stones
move inside

in the in between
of awake and sleep,
the primeval tide
of coming and going

this is solitude,
sound in stillness,
i told the gulls
to stay away

and i sink and fall
and leave be
me and you
for a breath in time

tomorrow,
tomorrow may be
i find a home
together with you

in this in between,
riding these waves
inside and so near
afloat in dream

together and alone
resting on time
as if it was a sea
or wind

but now
now i will sleep.
now you will.
i will send

you my waves
whispering in your ear
for a moment
only now and now

my ear on your chest
like on a seashell
i will listen
for secret answers

here is peace
tourists forbidden
dogs allowed
good night