Footless and unfree
We all found ourselves
singing out of tune
in a vacuum
Both blasphemed and blessed
but delighted by the quietness
we reached the end of plentiness
a place of neither fullness nor emptiness
drizzles down to the ground
sprinkles all around
manic energetic eagles and doves
sweating droplets from above
The seasons were green
thankfully
if it were wintry
we’d have climbed trees
Rats running from the race
carving out personal space
to be alone on their own
in ‘no go’ zones
Sean Hunt
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
Footless and unfree
We all found ourselves
singing out of tune
in a vacuum
Both blasphemed and blessed
but delighted by the quietness
we reached the end of plentiness
a place of neither fullness nor emptiness
drizzles down to the ground
sprinkles all around
manic energetic eagles and doves
sweating droplets from above
The seasons were green
thankfully
if it were wintry
we’d have climbed trees
Rats running from the race
carving out personal space
to be alone on their own
in ‘no go’ zones
Sean Hunt
