Here I Thought Me a Tower

Here I felt the ocean tide caress each speck of sand
As it slid further and further away
Receding to the far reaches of nowhere and who cares
Each new word like a grain of salt
Dispatched in brevity from my restless tongue
Succinctly to fall upon humble feast
Repugnant and astringent

Here I held myself a fence of iron
Or a box or the string of a kite
That once again my eyes could see
Here I reveled in insipid vacuity
Cool and stale in monotone costume
Here I found solace in ticking clocks
And an empty mug beneath the coffee

Here I thought me a tower
But with the idea of you
I’m no longer so sure