…out of it
last night
cold on the deck
rocking the chair
to forget.
I saw
stars and thought,
how small
they are
against the sky,
and me so large.
I sank back and
blue rivulets
of smoke found
the gaps in my hand.
Today, I’m
nowhere, a Shade
pacing the floor,
nailing my fist
to the wall
of my hand,
thinking, you:
always you
see thru me,
you do; and
lightly pass.
Thanks Dean, and K
Emotive. Loving the blue rivulets finding the gap in the hand, and…a Shade pacing the floor <— that, I find a refreshing take on the shadow.
talks clearly to me, this one, and the dots of distant immensities seen rocking in the chair!