Humble
HUMBLE my soul is flowing water, rippling, sweeping gently, sometimes self snagging, on little things. drawn from above, my cells magnetically tugged into their place in the firmament by the greatest star, dancing on fire. maiden of leaves, birds in the trees, covered in dust, sky like rust. heart of silk, flowing purple, bursting open, filling the sky. leave the calf to die in the field. it’s all right. now softly, softly, turn away. it becomes dust. it blows away. my head is filled…read more