it is not

is an oxymoron 

is it not

waving goodbye 

i get that sinking feeling

all at sea again

migrating birds 

flying out to sea

in waves

moon now moon

how the clouds rush past

the lighthouse

so many pebbles

on a beach of the world

in the milky way 

my milky way 

pouring away coffee dregs

spiral galaxies

shadows dancing

lightening the monotony

of a dark wall

a satisfied child

has finished a first painting

wet behind the ears