Every time I come to,
I'm face down in a lake-
not dead-
but unconscious.
With great effort I must
rotate and face up
and see the stars.
I don't want this to be a romantic idea-
I need this-
these stars
this space
this night.
I need this.
This space exists
in such an a opposing way
to this city,
to this cramped coffee shop.
Its attractive in its awe,
its autonomy
that makes me feel at home.
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