Splat



I curled tight 
pulling all that was me into myself
unsure there was anything left to save

not wanting to expose any part of myself
to press so tightly 
that i cease to be.

let me be dirt and a drop of water to mix
into the earth 
re-evaporated
become a cloud and float to a new life

Drop down and re-emerge
a drop of self 
A soul seed

I'm not sure that isn't what does happen

drops of souls
filling the mist
blown about
then splat

and begin the search again
for self.


Comments

Ann Hotchkiss said…
No. Never! Ok, not these days.
As always, want only the best for you.
Glad you are writing.
Nature born leader, you are.

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