A Wave Is Rolling

There are the days I cannot know

or understand,

a piano in a moving van, way behind

at the light.



And a wave is rolling over

a wave is moving over

a wave is rolling over me, over me.



The time of mistakes -

will it ever change to another time,

like a season when the snow

will slide off the house

and leave the house clean?



And a wave is rolling over

a wave is moving over

a wave is rolling over me, over me.



A singing bird, I call your name

in the middle of the nighttime.

I'm the smallest bird who calls your name

in the middle of the day.



And a wave is rolling over

a wave is moving over

a wave is rolling over me, over me.