I’m living on the sea (as well, but differently)

I’m living on the sea

but at a higher latitude

whispering  Elton’s songs.

I take care of my hedge

put my eyes on the  prisoner stretch of water

hidden. As of the light’s off,

the eyes out of the cage,

all the physical bodies faint

and everything’s lost,

all reestablished.

At higher latitudes

a whole day of dark

moves to a day of light.