Seaside summer

 There are raindrops this morninga fine spatter on courtyard like wallpaper I woke at five then drifted back to sleepknowing that the dream would be strange: full of overlapping water, roads that led nowherepeopled by dead faces beckoning to me. This seaside summer is precioushigh wide sky nesting seagull babies fluffy descendants of teradactyls. Warmth seeps into bones tautfrom winter gales & I remember not to forget what the squalls brought. There is a new gestation, mellowas the steady rain: self-aware & quite at home, on the spinning axis of this bluebird planet.