13/01/2010

As though


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.

6 comments:

Kristiana said...

i saw myself in that very same mirror today, and all i saw was the outline of mussed hair.

asha said...

Your mussed hair is the forest canopy drenched in sunlight.

heeeeeey........ what are you doing up at 11:37? You've been sick. You should be sleeping!

Roy said...

I am the loud, sunny side of rocks.

I just felt I had to reply, and couldn't think of anything else.

asha said...

Roy, so you are those hitchhiking rocks laughing, mumbling and shouting odd things at passers by. I should have known!

someone said...

Can I be the flat skipping rocks on the river? That make it 12 or 13 skips before sinking?

asha said...

You 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.