Tropical Depression

 Dodging the sun in a Spanish moss covered wood, waiting for a ride, 

I missed my stop and my skin misses the rush of the tide,

 

Sand stuck in my sleeping bag and clinging to my skin, 

Squinting through a swollen face, burning from new rashes in this place I've too long been,

 

Trying to remember how to breathe in a tropical depression, a muggy melancholy that's unforgiving, 

I sought refuge by a water spout yesterday, only to wake up and miss my train,

 

Can't sleep suspended in heat, and can't scratch this itch I've had the past week, 

Losing hope in a tropical depression, waiting for and dreading rain but I guess I'll keep walking, 

Let's wait for the night and just keep on walking.