Deep Cove

Here,
the Universe rolls over
the crest of mountains
and comes down at you
like an avalanche;
sometimes,
you can't breathe
cause the only way out
is up.

Here,
the sunrise
captures the world
as an embryo
and hides it
in silhouette;
in its uterine glow,
the trees
are no longer
neighbours,
but are a forest
once more.

Here
is where home is ...
and when the world changes,
you try to change with it.

But things remain the same:
Another "goodbye"
without the "hello"
and sooner or later
you'll have nothing left.

But for now,
here's one more for the record books.

I'm going to miss you.
Goodbye.