And when it is over
and finally the last of the ashes
float into the sea
the sky clears
blue concave lens
through which I cannot see
here I will breathe
as if underwater
oxygenated flow over gills
I don't need to understand
bathed
of muddy ash
supplied with what I need
I think these things
as prayers....
grey flecks
swirling down
around me
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
And when it is over
and finally the last of the ashes
float into the sea
the sky clears
blue concave lens
through which I cannot see
here I will breathe
as if underwater
oxygenated flow over gills
I don't need to understand
bathed
of muddy ash
supplied with what I need
I think these things
as prayers....
grey flecks
swirling down
around me
