Saturday, December 8, 2018

We grasp the waves (Day 689)


but swimming   we grasp the waves 

to stay aloft  

legs softly blurred   dangling  

in the singing mist below   

we close our minds to gravity’s pull   

allow ourselves 

to roll and sway with the arcane 

rhythms of the planet’s respiration   

like seasoned travelers 

who read their morning papers  

standing   astride 

the aisles of rattling rambling trains


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Spencer Watson (@thebrownspy)

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