Looking again
Watching the sand seep through,
Watching the glass tilt again
Nothing but craving truth
and pottery to tend then,
Each day, she sows the flowers
But not the grass growing under
She looked blindly for hours,
For the sand and grass, she wondered
Till she let the glass stand firm,
and planted her feet in the grass.
Looking for sand, till she learned
Sand waited, not for her atlas
(this poem is straight out of how I needed to get myself a reality check these days..
)
Watching the sand seep through,
Watching the glass tilt again
Nothing but craving truth
and pottery to tend then,
Each day, she sows the flowers
But not the grass growing under
She looked blindly for hours,
For the sand and grass, she wondered
Till she let the glass stand firm,
and planted her feet in the grass.
Looking for sand, till she learned
Sand waited, not for her atlas
(this poem is straight out of how I needed to get myself a reality check these days..
)
