What These Senses Have To Say

My chorus of rackety angels
Is really tinnitus, I'm told. As if I care.
I hear the sea making love with the wind -
Oh, my house is a gossipy thing.
Daybreak on the harbour -
An old man and an early riser, still not two.
I have a few breaths left to take -
With each one, may love be exhaled.
We can light up the universe!

17 November 2025
Texas Jim
Prospect, Nova Scotia