This Moment, This

poetry

Lady Verità— original art available here

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…