Sep. 20th, 2016

Extremes

Sep. 20th, 2016 06:45 pm
I've joys so bright they burst the skin
(It's there to keep my feelings in)
Halfway up a tree, I hold
A branch with fingers white with cold
Sandals slipping down the bark
Into dirt that's damp and dark
On every scratch of soil, my feet
Greet the earth they've jumped to meet
And eyes that squint against the sun
Breaths tearing through me while I run -

Or (cold again) the silken sea
Waves and foam and moving free
Water sliding over skin
(It's there to let the feelings in)
Toes go testing for the sand
Between the ocean and the land
Face to the sky, hair floating behind
Feet reaching down to see what I can find
And the shade of a currach helps me to hide
Breaths echoing loud on the tarry side.

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