lifting up the blinds
there is an undefinable sweetness
lingering in my mind
leaving me curious as to whether
I may be dead or alive
I’ve been walking in a fog now
for nearly a fortnight
kicking the dirt beneath my feet
wondering if it’s the very earth
I was miraculously born into
there’s no need to worry
or so say the angels in the field
shadowing flock beneath their wings
guiding them toward shelter
sooner or later morning fog will clear
burned away by memories
past and present and future
august two thousand eighteen
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Another brilliant poem, J. And I just LOVE the word “fortnight.” Makes me giddy. 🙂
Thanks so much, Shawna.
this is beautiful
thank you very much
you are very welcome.