wind on the sea

wind opening the door

wind of recall dressed in ashes

wind whirling in the courtyard

wind when i enter they look through me

squinting in the light at the door for someone to enter

no one needs to tell me i'm a ghost

i sit down with them and watch the door

open and close and no one enters 

one by one to watch the door with us

all lips wet for whistling

in our bellies little yellow birds pip  

with a subtle hunger nobody notices

somebody enters ashen and

all my hair stands up