 |
| from "Open Fields," Guillaume Amat |
Babies on Board
All of us on the road in our cars in the morning
we are blood cells pressing forward in the veins
of some great being If cells had consciousness
would they share our precious sense of individuality
Minus the cars this morning sky looks like an illustration
from Peter Pan Pink insulation peeking through
the threadbare spots of blue Over and over we want
to tell the morning how beautiful it is If we agree
on this then an overwhelming sense of relief might
overtake us but only for the moment
[Image above by Guillaume Amat]
No comments
Post a Comment