Reflection

It is surface tension that lifts my bones from sinking,

your gentle fingertips pressing up against my spine

quietly, unobtrusively holding.

I am sunset delicate

but the wind has carried me here and has not broken me.

On its currents I have traveled very far and seen much.

I have floated over the treetops and seen mountains

that cut ripples into the clouds. Children have been born

and wars fought as I drifted above,

but my red wings have drained of their chlorophyll

and I am weary now, fallen to earth to rest

and begin again.

You caught me, stretching cobalt blankets beneath

my vibrant crumbling edges,

and here I lie sleeping against you in your still beauty.

Maybe someday I will drift to shore.

But I think I would rather

let myself sink into you to nestle at the sandy bottom.

Contentedness lives there,

and I can hear your heartbeat in the water.

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