Breath of Tides

Your breath is the ebb and flow at six ten
Washing over my stranded arm on the couch
The fingerprints along the coffee cup are migrating
Saluting the 127th sunset
We practice folding eternity
Into the morning light popped out by the toaster
Until all unknowns soften
The fluff dangling from the sweater cuffs
Deep inside the washing machine drum
Stars are born and die
Yet you always manage to salvage
All the wrinkles of my mysteries in the whirlpool
Ironing the entire galaxy with a good morning
Migratory birds press pause in the remote control
Ice crystals crystallize along your eyelashes
In the news, the world is accelerating towards collapse
But we slowly verify palm lines and tree rings
In the night when all love songs fail
You hum a tuneless moonlight as a lullaby
Ruins sprout between our teeth
Growing into a breakwater
In the margin of weather forecast errors
Planting rain that will never fade
And you always leave a quiet whisper
In a world where decibels exceed limits
Letting time curl up as a cat, sleeping in the palm of hand