hands in the garden

i drift sky
waves

like they know
my name

and mend in their
embrace,

while atop beach
rocks,

swimmers pause to
gawk

as i’m carried
off into
space.

Enter your comment here...

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s