13 February 2008

turtle walk, last weekend

Neon, bulbs, an artificial sun, Light diffusing the white moon,
Where will the flippers lead?

And then where do we belong?

This land is a footless path,

with birth buried in pits.

we held a moon in our hands,

137 excitements under sand.

where it lies....

that which we find and save and keep.

1 comment:

Daughter of the Night said...

lovely lovely lovely... hugs and love and random fluff...