sometimes…
it’s all just a part
of a winding path
on a daydream
as your smile,
the river to your sun,
inside its own skin
has no idea
and floats away from seeing
just waiting
for its time
to feel what it can’t
see
…yet
© r.e.l. 10/8/11
Posted for Poetry Picnic 10/9-10/15/11 on Gooseberry Garden
image by simeon schatz
