Two Years

Nonsensicalifornia, two years?
Nonsensicalifornia? You here?
Are you here?
Please come here.

The longest tide,
the slowest wave,
An inhale, an exhale,
roll back in.
A long removal,
time replacing
writing for sewing,
back again,
a railroad track change
on creative,
welcome the strange—
anticipate it.

There are things
beyond my making
(some most things,
no mistaking).