Tuesday, August 3, 2010

a lightness

grey sky and i am a stone pressed into your palm
smooth, flat, blue-grey    a riverbed cast-off
a treasure     maybe     depending on the hand that holds me
but this palm    yours    holds me with a warmth i haven’t known
and i am ready to be thrown freely across water
not considering sinking     not sliding downwards through green
trailing air behind me past unconcerned plants & animals
to the bed of the world where i was born    worn smooth
no i never consider the sinking     only the part beforehand
just the sailing through air in sun-glinting light
skimming the surface
skipping ahead
always ahead
a lightness

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