Reflections
Downwards, in a spiral, to the river
lights shimmering on the mirror
A million stars in stupor
yet, extremely clear
My favorite spot, looking across to Jersey
drinking in the calm of the bay
A dried tree bowed over in a way
of say(ing)
I'll wait
'til winter's sate
and when spring returns
it'll neither be early nor late
The eternal present burns
Brisk, a ear pops
easier now to be here
than the past or future
My body sees the world
the turbulences cease
I unfurl
the inner arm
the inner arm
in a spiral
upwards
Ahh peace
*relief*
-Dedicated to you-know-who
Published on
2/8/19 3:42 AM
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