Tuesday, May 5, 2009


In an hour I'll be leaving
For that sun-baked summer coast
Where the blackbirds throw their feathers
And the seagulls drink a toast.

In a minute I'll be washed away
With the tumbling sandy crab
To the deeps of great big oceans
Pulled by currents of a sea-horse cab.

In a second I'll be breathing
Winking with newborn baby eyes
My head laid down to resting
Through tornado laden skies.

In this moment I am present
With my love here by my side
His loving arms thrown round me
I've nowhere left to hide.

1 comment:

Kathryn Magendie said...

oh! I love that whimsical poem!