poetry
in this moment
i am a body
on a hammock
weave within weave
rope touches metal
touches tree /touches me
i have nothing
to hide
in this moment this
nothing
to solve
and nothing
to fight for/ or against
this moment this
now chooses me
and i
choose to keep the sky high and
the ground low
this moment this
i ride a white horse through the clouds
i levitate in the in-between
i will not look…