Knowing Nothing
It was on an hour exactly like this one,
as I stood staring into a green landscape
that my senses drifted over the crossover,
which had a lot to do with the sound
of wind,maybe, or perhaps the slant of the sun’s stare,
but I would agree
the clouds blue above were shaped into
a wavering plane; seemed that my hidden sighs
echoed through the bridge, the slope
calling me forth to dive without thought;
that I in absence of logic stretched
beyond my immediate impulse and just soared.
Copyright © Noah Elo | Year Posted 2012
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