Streams Meet
My #22 for National Poetry Month
days loom long, shadows delayed
by the closing of eyes
an evisceration of power
in a simple act.
today i sat
beneath weeds
taller than my eyes
obscuring the horizon,
pushed toes down
and wondered
how it is that
grubs find their places
without schedules
"places everyone.
five minutes to go."
how will i know when it is time
to start?
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015