Though the Equinox Moon is Bright
I have no hunger nor any thirst Out of sync with the soils now ecstatic with showers of replenishing spring rains She is always ready to renew an undying cycle I fear is not mine to have not in this body American Spirit (tobacco smoke) mingles with stale air and swirls through my nostrils Winter still has a grip on my bones and I feel frozen in time In the land of the rising sun and only seeing sunsets Relieved not to share a common tongue Left alone to find my peace And I am o.k. with it... Sign in to see full entry.