Paused
At the deep shelf of night
a niche
a cubby-hole of stillness
Somewhere a hunt is on
somewhere there is death and feeding
but in this hollow mouth of the cosmos
you can rest
within your eyes
be not stung blind by any blood hungers
Here you can sleep on a bed of starlight
forget yourself
and this lovely savage planet
Everywhere there is a kind of peace
as the mind watches itself
looking
just looking
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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