everything in miniature

 

i am nature blown small
the wind blows
i sigh
the trees bend
i lean
the earth quakes
i crack

channeled throughout with warm waters
tributaries of blood
ebb and flow in pulsing tide

on the spinning earth
my toes dig for purchase
running the surface

we lonely seek where we belong
how can we be alone
belonging anywhere we seek?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

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