i feel her move beneath my feet
faster than i can walk
sometimes
slower than i can balance
sometimes
she moves
me.
she moves
time
always.
my puddles become oceans
my molehills, mountains
my cracks, canyons
and then i find the edge
where in the darkest space
the light over the horizon shines brightest
and there's no doubt
as to where i am
on this journey.
1 comment:
...Always moving forward, day or night.
I'm partial to poems that evoke nature, and then go on to play within that natural space.
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