Zac Summers

Family disputes turn distant 
In the arms of bedroom walls 
Where shut eyes can uncover 
Thoughts yet to be explored.

I’d set adrift to Iceland 
Where my roots become detached 
And incandescent waters 
Give me no choice but to relax 

Alas the day draws closer
And I’ll reluctantly return 
With a new found satisfaction 
Called back by morning sun.