There’s a measure of peace in all things,
a first warm sky of the season
in every bleating cold rainy dark
and so, though I see
neither through nor branch
in the blue from my couch,
my body’s settled to become
a meadow for the birds
Tag Archives: sleep
The ocean is
The ocean is
massive, asleep
at the edge,
but tilt it
and you’ll know,
tilt it and you’ll know
Sleep as snow
You could fall back down
into it,
flailing until the angel arises
to be the you,
the better day
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