you lay still and stretched out
in your backyard,
stars thriving leagues above you.
can you feel it?
the pulsing of the earth,
beneath your hands, your heels?
the feeling of drifting,
anchored firm but drowsily drifting:
this is how it feels to exist.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
