11 April 2019, Category: poetry
Walking alone at night, gravity
increases. You are dragged downwards
towards the shivering planet. Your air
becomes a compressing accordian.
The sky is a finger tip stretch away.
Halt and crane your neck upwards. See
a section of infinity sprawled before you.
Don't you know this starlight has rushed
as fast as possible, for millions of years
to reach your eyes? Look closely
to see the start of everything.
All the poems I wrote last year are available as an ebook for free. It's called Lost in April Fog and you can download it here.