almost imperceptible family

In the estranged hours of night,
when time has unhinged its potency,
the city sounds like the sea,
until the sirens begin their calls,
and we stir to a different kind of beckoning.

But the night has always been a second home,
where the ocean can comfort her brother the land,
and their sibling, the non-binary air, equally restless
rolling in the clouds above waves and dirt,
can still believe their parents watch over them,
from somewhere in the dark dark sky.