Tides

Tides

Tides of wonders

Wander up

They stride with blunders

Glide with hunger

But leave my eyes

and frozen lungs

In thoughts unwise

and songs unsung

Zaccaria

Bonding atoms
Washing tones
Blinding spirits
of a sunken pilot
Granite scratches fern
Zaccaria trucking
Paper, no paper
Steam, an eloquent dream
and a roar from a rush
of hourly traffic
The lift master dials
and walks me in