i find myself
(like the shadows of a plant
in the breeze
of an open window)
sometimes
flailing
within a wave
using my eyes
for arms
and hope
for a whistle
watching
the surface
bubble above me -
its pale green foam
ribbons
wrapping around
my body
like so many wishes
"take me with you"
2 comments:
you imagery speaks. somewhere beyond the body, i listen.
xo
erin
erin this is a felt piece - a sense of the last fading echo of a voice still calling although distant. it's not about my body - it is well beyond the body. steven
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