Saturday, 5 May 2012

Translocation

Sometimes, I stop in the middle of the path
and look up at the sky, a solid bright blue
or deep black with thousands of stars
and realize the proportions are all wrong:
there's too much sky and not enough land
to keep me cradled in close to the earth.
Instead, I'm noticeably small, exposed,
afraid.

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