Saturday, June 29, 2013

Finding Venus transit . .

marked the time eleven twenty-three ...
paused as something presumed lost
unexpectedly located
myself : small, as a child - whole & shiny
a trace innocence
across the ridge of the distum pedis
the high hollow plant
my . . feet !?
there ...
all this time
underneath the weight of bones & fears
all along ...
on the trail ... this path leading
I am still here ...
still of air, still of blossom
tucked away with a box of crayons & johnny carson
perfect & eager
naked & smooth .... it is there
one's childness . . grounding groundling
with me ...

1 comment:

  1. That innocence can never be lost! And it shines through your poetry!