Snowy Plover & Least Tern

Five glasses on
Two bottles in,
These drawings don't make any sense
But we love them anyways
And yeah, it's the good pain
Pinching at our sides,
And we're laughing so hard
That we think we might die.

And later,
After basking in the glory
Of going south and north again
Reaching for the past, but then going back home
To a future unknown,
Exciting,
And surely dehydrating...
My body yearns for that water
My tongue a dried sponge
Placing cracked whispers in your ear.

Now what?
We follow,
We chase,
We vary the pace at which
We provide and circumvent.
Until beats divide my breath,
Never to rest
Until we put it to rest.
Actions speak louder than words
Until the actions provoke the words
That provoke the action...

And in that moment,
Things came to life,
With a beat of their own.

It's something no one else will ever understand.