There is always you
on the edge of each new thought
a welcome specter and spectator
in this world that I have wandered into.

There is always you
in the midst of my motion
an inky pot of thinking bursts
in this celebration I have exploded out of.

There is always you
at the center of each new journey
spinning breadcrumbs for lost birds
in this wondrous book I have been pouring over.

There is always you
on the fringes of my furrows
the definition and delivery of delight
in this whirling star I am sleeping under.

3 thoughts on “U

Comments are closed.