Most days I am far down deep
waiting
searching for clear sky through veiled layers
in hopes of breaking the surface for breath
drowning in BUSY-ness
then, in a dream of whales
I wonder
What would it be like to swim?
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Most days I am far down deep
waiting
searching for clear sky through veiled layers
in hopes of breaking the surface for breath
drowning in BUSY-ness
then, in a dream of whales
I wonder
What would it be like to swim?