Fog touched the earth
breathing it in like
A child returning home after a long time
to clean sheets, a warm bed
Humans scramble;
Reminded of their winglessness
And reach out to touch
This vault of heaven.
Only for a short while.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from Someday (aka Today's Leftovers)
PoetryBits and pieces of thought, a year in review.
