Thursday, February 20, 2014

Now I am here

emerald stones
washed smooth
dim in some cupboard
tucked away
far from the west
of their birth,

I am where you cannot find me
I have found the edge

sediment slowly settles
to bottom of jar
pink sand and memory 
collide, forgetting past lives
figuring on the soul,

I am where you cannot find me
I have found the edge

Van and motor are gone now
crushed in some junkyard hell,
tides drift slowly, back in back 
and forth, back and overtake the
land, there is more sea then 
you'll ever know, ever experience,
ever see,

I was where you would not find me
now I am here.

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