How will I know if you come to visit me? How will I recognize your reverie? How can I see that which I do not know I do not see? Come to me. Anyways. Come to me. Anyhow.
Category: Earth
I meet the world deep with my feet
I sit on this highway and wonder about my way. The way. Which way. I feel I know the road to go. Forward. Come to the sun, the lost one from long ago. The one I used to know.
There is a fly, small, bothering me. Wherever I move, it comes. I cover myself. It comes underneath. I feel it crawl on me. I open the covers. It doesn’t readily release. It waits for me to fluff, to make a fuss, before it leaves ~ only to crawl on me again. There is…