It was warm today, the sun was here, with the wind, its twin on my own I wrote words of books I read that could have been better but have not written my own I thought of my mother today and her home, our dog and our cat - all gone to the horizon it is flat, unmarred by anything I can see all I have known, packed with me: boxes and bats the water is all around the boat, and my sails fill with the promise of perfect shoresnext poem