Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Numbers 9: In Writing

In a world of have and not
Today and tomorrow
Where night burns to mist
And when the cloud lifts
We move again 

Through shifting sands
Far from solid shapes
of here, of now
Knotted to air and water
Fog that catches fire

Where can we feel our fingertips
The cool of solid skin that says
     I am here
     I am here
     I am here
When the wind changes
And They are Us

And Now is Then?

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