Untitled #36

I sit

my legs swing over the

edge of the world

so far. The birdsong has 

receded into yesterday

left. right.

back. forth.

they swing

and I laugh into a space so

vast 

that when my echo does

return

my great grand-children will be shocked motionless by 

unfamiliarly familiar laughter.

it seems off,

like a memory or dream,

they will not realize that I have laid it 

out,

for them,

in them.

this far, at the edge

of the world

stars are in reach

and I blow on them like

i would a Dandelion

and I watch as they twirl and collide.

Who knew one could

find such deep joy

in solace,

sitting at the edge of the world.

left. right.

back. forth.

Reviews

[FocusedAmnesia]

I really like the second verse. And the third verse. Well, I like the whole freakin' thing. Well written.

[empty]

i like this its gentle to the soul