Thursday, March 6, 2014

Genesis 28: In Writing

 fingers buried in soil
quiet hum of night creatures and stone

surround my head
weight of my arms
clasp the splayed toes

the star-sprawled sleep
extended seaward
and to the rising sun
to Polaris
and the desert dust

 Bodied world
place enough
 to find the sky open within

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