Brussels

The cracks
White lines between fingers, in pockets.
Finally here
Hurry.

Dublin

There it is.
Locked in.
Awake.

Still.

Hold on.
It gets better-
In Brussels.

Umbrellas and Sleeves

Explain it to me
Why I can't find the words
They float there. Transparent. Grab for them between the rains.
Season.
They dissolve.
They never existed.