The Space Between
Petals
sharp
or fuzzy and soft
piled in heaps
like automn leaves
dried and cracking
or green, fresh and sugary sweet.
The colors range
like the whiteness of day,
turning yellow and red orange,
shifting to night
arranged in shades of blue, moonlit
shadows and silver linings
where pink elephants danced before.
The rainbow of every moment of this existence
hidden
frosted with tiny ice crystals
or burned with brown sun spots.
When the sounds fade with the light
when my body dissappears into the floor
my head floating furhter into this expanding emptiness
searching for stillness
I find myself
in a flutter of flowers
squished between the sternum and the spine.
As if the wind blows straight
down drilling a hole in the sand
like a well
Drinking deep
reveals glimpses of the spaces between
the solid ground beneath
the vastness of the depth
slowly becoming the shallow end.
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