somedays
everything radiates
porous with happiness
porous with happiness
down to the scatter of stars
I work...
I walk for hours
I was meant to be lost
here where everything roots
my body
unafraid of laughter
and sculpted of scratches,
my heart a breathing furnace
in hours
populous as cities
under every rock, I find life
hundreds of hopes and longings
I yearn for the ones I haven't even met yet
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Pic: "A host of golden daffodils" at the Wharton Center, with EM yesterday.
4 comments:
Beautiful poem and photo!
Nice.
The lovely weather we've been having brings out the giddiness in me. I have never seen so many daffodils in one place before!
Thank you, Nicole!
Thanks, Gillian!
Engie--same :). It seems easier to reach for joy when there is a blue sky!
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