Monday, July 30, 2012

a small poem

Just a child in a hammock
enveloped in egyptian cotton
trusting the strength of roots running deep
I sleep
and imagine conversations around corners,
the familiar drifting;
impatience and desperation
I can barely see the sunlight
as it lowers in the sky
I am high
and nearly skimming the earth
just a child in a hammock

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