I am in here.
The way the clock is always in the same position when you wake however long you’ve slept. The way your head is positioned: you can only see the clock and a window which is also a clock orange and yellow for day and then closed off by the black. Technorati Tags: poetry, poem
Replacing “far away” and “are we there yet?” and “where am I?” — Replacing long-ago questions with statements more rounded, less severe in meaning and intent. “How much further?” turns into “No closer than you’d thought.” And the wind from the west — where the weather comes from — tugging at your ear with final … Continue reading [how close?]
Mountains do require a lot of watching. We have to keep an eye on them. No telling when they could get up and run off after us in our dreams. Taking turns to hide behind each other so that maybe we won’t see them. Waiting to jump out and surprise us. Rising up under our … Continue reading Mountain watching in Boulder
Mountains do require a lot of watching. We have to keep an eye on them. No telling when they could get up and run off after us in our dreams. Taking turns to hide behind each other so that maybe we won’t see them. Waiting to jump out and surprise us. Rising up under our … Continue reading [mountain watching]
white pebble 