we tied the moorings
in the same direction as the sky
we hung up our stories
at the end of fragile strings
which still broke although
we held them well
in the hollow of the fist
*according to wordpress, the number of posts published
we tied the moorings
in the same direction as the sky
we hung up our stories
at the end of fragile strings
which still broke although
we held them well
in the hollow of the fist
*according to wordpress, the number of posts published
A fine poem to accompany a wonderfully enigmatic photograph
Thank you Derrick 🙂