My temples tremble

The temples tremble

Freedom is far off like an estuary that lost it´s tide
and gained in it´s stead miles of muddy crab-holed expanse
Salt tolerant reeds and tussocks bristling like your hair

My headaches and temples boom
This mind is not a hub of shivalry
though a spirit could take a bath there

Oh bare coastal space
How lost I am along you
A thumping head cries out for the return
Of a tide teeming with life.