Lentils

October 7, 2008

I am too much me, tonight
elbows akimbo-
witchy shadows cast in the fading light

Theres a tug in the wind,
a pull in the air
I could fly apart so easily
atoms lost in a swirl upwards
like spark from flame.

I saw the moon, once,
from an angle that made it fill the sky.
If I could, I would go back.

Somewhere on a street
with lowhanging branches and gumball trees
is a man, writing.

My name is in a book,
written a thousand times.