Wednesday, December 12, 2012

my ribs open and take you in

I sat with spring like an old friend
in the park
before she was born
untethered of wonder
to let go of things
the way they sink,
everything into you



Nadya Booyse said...

beautiful... have such a wonderful image and feeling in my mind.

deeps said...

the title is more powerful...

Whatever said...

like heavy fishes
trying to get a grasp on air
this fine fine line
between coming and going
the way hope rises
bubbles of nothing
trading each moment for the next
for this chance to breathe in me.