Gnarled Sleep

Gnarled Sleep

body of water near island
Photo by Artem Saranin on

I seep under the

moon’s reflections

in a body worn and withered

as a tree gnarled in dreams sleep.

Trapped inside,

why is it I hear

the child’s

cry – endlessly – meaninglessly?

It is a self clinging

to deep gulfs,

to go where cries,

are smothered,

in different directions,

tugging all that is unknown.


Living Intentionally

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