Gainesville, Fla

I was born in a summer storm
 grass was cold but the sky was warm
 they lay me down in the mossy fields
 where the crows kill with tender speed
 sun burned off the lonely clouds
 and warmed my face, the roots in the ground
 they washed me off in a shallow stream
 where sand dunes line the beach
 I grew up on that moody land
 I understood the tension all around
 between me and you and dad
 how a sun burn goes cold and damp
 how we hovered all in between
 slight sliver where life can begin,
 between oxygen and temperature
 or the force fields of boy and girl
 I was born in a summer storm
 grass was cold but the sky was warm
 and so I hover now in between
 the slight sliver where life can breathe
 submariners crashed my sleep
 I heard about it on the bbc
 I can hear as they tap on the steel
 of a hull downed in the melting sea