where everything rests

the wind is cold today,
waking up my sleepy skin
from the safety of its own warmth,
while a drunken sun
crawls across the blue, in a blur,
recovering from its hangover,
the salt lies still in the balcony,
as if waiting for me
to outgrow my search,
and rest like the faraway ocean does,
in the nature of her waves
that come and go,
and I stop to rest my ears
against those walls
fallen silent,
looking into the well
where everything simply stays
like it always has
from time immemorial.