9/2 – “7- Galway”
My breath warms the air
beside Galway bay,
6 AM; I exhale fog.
It drifts from my bottom lip
like whispers to the morning as I run,
rushes from me
like the current when the wind raises its voice.
The bay shivers,
embraced by my breath –
waits for the sun to inch
above the lighthouse up ahead.