Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Dreaming about surfing

I am where
there is no air
and seaweed is my hair

feet over head
and head over feet
repeat

and then I see
ahead of me
the light of day

I rise from the froth of the salty stew
breathless and new
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  1. MikeyAugust 11, 2009 at 7:21 PM

    Oh! OH! Oh!

    This is such a lovely piece that connects to my kinesthetics and my proprioception too, if that is a possible and reasonable thing. Thank you for thinking it up.

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  2. jpRAugust 11, 2009 at 8:59 PM

    I need an ale in a pub bythe Irish sea...maybe several. Thanks Meg!

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  3. EverettAugust 12, 2009 at 12:46 PM

    sweet poem

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