Sunday, October 19, 2008

am i here

twisted, as the trunk of this tree
which i lie beneath
i ponder the next move before me
nothing or something feel the same
as i press against the firm bark
my only support

only my own weight matters
as i shift between here and nowhere
shaded and sheltered
i wonder, am i here?
or is a parallel existence
my only support

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

all too well i know this feeling.