|image by Manu Pombrol|
I sit in bottled sea
reminiscing about squandered time
green moss follows me
creating a stormy lane in the confined space
if it had been a pewter container
I would have hidden from your prying eyes
but now I am in an intractable alley
elusive in my indignity;
flocks of thoughts chase me,
beating on the walls of my mind
"I am forced to accommodated my naked being,
don't you dare comment on it."
Writing after three weeks. I am just happy to be able to do so. For now.