Seasick

There’s a lady down the street

She drops by to check on me from time to time

we chat over coffee about the clouds gathering in our minds

She smiles when its time to leave, turns her brown eyes to her feet

and takes another pull from a fancy cigarette

she pets the dogs; wraps her arms around them

like she may not come back

We’re all seasick from sailing through this storm

we don’t understand

we’re closer than we realize to the shore

we are almost on dry land

I can hear her singing

through the whistles and the sirens and the city life outside

its comforting to hear her voice and know I am at home

she relies on her senses and her senses never seem to steer her wrong

she knows what to say to remind me I’m not alone

We’re all seasick from sailing through this storm

we don’t understand

we’re closer than we realize to the shore

we are almost on dry land

Sometimes we need our friends

life is hard we are not meant to do this on our own

Everybody needs someone to come along and show them they are loved