sun’s warm hands on my shoulders
blinking away time’s curiosities
cool water washing away the film of loneliness
peering into the deep
seeing only yesterday
birds overhead
signaling morning meal
i’m thick in the sand of my own forgetfulness
the catalyst
is just a wave away
and when it comes
i lie to myself that i will be ready
and am surprised at the feel
of a smile flooding my lips
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
sun’s warm hands on my shoulders
blinking away time’s curiosities
cool water washing away the film of loneliness
peering into the deep
seeing only yesterday
birds overhead
signaling morning meal
i’m thick in the sand of my own forgetfulness
the catalyst
is just a wave away
and when it comes
i lie to myself that i will be ready
and am surprised at the feel
of a smile flooding my lips