Monday, May 6, 2013
Perpetual Child
A larva
too much of my life
a polyp spinning through water
carried in a swift instant
on a myriad of dancing fins
hesitating over a patch of sand
some honeycombed coral
rippling waves over the forever future
when I will anchor into sand
I must stop skimming lightly away
from the edges of islands
and learn to land bravely
on unknown shores
of new lands.
About the Author
chrisb / Author & Editor
Has laoreet percipitur ad. Vide interesset in mei, no his legimus verterem. Et nostrum imperdiet appellantur usu, mnesarchum referrentur id vim.
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