ephemeral as morning fog
she drifts all hither and thither
unaware of the ghost
residing in plain sight
with her burning
all haunts go to ground
shackled in place and
never to fade away
mornings
share:
ephemeral as morning fog
she drifts all hither and thither
unaware of the ghost
residing in plain sight
with her burning
all haunts go to ground
shackled in place and
never to fade away
share:
3 responses to “mornings”
How much we miss by trying to look too far. And perhaps all we need is already within reach.
It usually is. Problem is that we think it must be “out there”. Our focus is flawed.
This is so true.