rustle my leaves. you are
one of few i trust
to push me
without knocking me
over. be the wind
that sways my branches.
shift beneath my
toes. uncertainty
is all that can be
counted on, i’ve
learned. be the grains
of sand that stand
solid
but relaxed
and carry me across
the surface.
wash over me.
i know you
and i am weightless
despite the stones
i carry. be the sea
that salts my skin
and drifts my body
into oblivion.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
rustle my leaves. you are
one of few i trust
to push me
without knocking me
over. be the wind
that sways my branches.
shift beneath my
toes. uncertainty
is all that can be
counted on, i’ve
learned. be the grains
of sand that stand
solid
but relaxed
and carry me across
the surface.
wash over me.
i know you
and i am weightless
despite the stones
i carry. be the sea
that salts my skin
and drifts my body
into oblivion.