Sunday, April 28, 2013

When things get very small

When things get very small

I held a child in the palm of my hand
Turning over and over......seeking shelter beneath the ochre leaf

Sand runs between the risk and the danger
Tangible refuge to the desires of others

He sits with a mirror at his chest
Turned inward as if in contemplation

Sliding down a smooth surface
Many years later

Holding a trophy aloft
Different paths unfold

Cells divide
Maintain integrety

Seeking shelter
In the arms of another......

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