I am the shadow and the leaves tonight. I am pooled under trees. I seep into the forest floor and smell of mold and rot. I am quiet as moss and the dark side of rocks. I drink rain with an open mouth. I am the reflection that looks back with many eyes.
i saw myself in that very same mirror today, and all i saw was the outline of mussed hair.
ReplyDeleteYour mussed hair is the forest canopy drenched in sunlight.
ReplyDeleteheeeeeey........ what are you doing up at 11:37? You've been sick. You should be sleeping!
I am the loud, sunny side of rocks.
ReplyDeleteI just felt I had to reply, and couldn't think of anything else.
Roy, so you are those hitchhiking rocks laughing, mumbling and shouting odd things at passers by. I should have known!
ReplyDeleteCan I be the flat skipping rocks on the river? That make it 12 or 13 skips before sinking?
ReplyDeleteYou got it, Judybluesky. You can even do full turns and mid-air stops along the way and reemerge from the water like a new star born from the deeps of a stellar nebula.
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