Sun hangs low on the horizon
Light subdued behind cloud bands
Tide well out
Yet still receding with haste

Earth’s exhaustion
Feels equal to my own
So I amble back to the trailer
With daylight’s final ember
Sizzling out
On the muddy shore

Long days on the road
Have eaten away 
At my reserves
So the tide may remain out
For a few days yet
While my inner sun
Recharges
Under the wan light
Of stars in a new moon sky