Passenger
I feel vulnerable as a baby
being carried inside its mother
there is nothing to do now
but to exist
while being carted off
from one place to another
in this great abeyance.
the clouds no longer look like pictures
they are giant waves
in an ocean of air
and how I love to stare
as they cover the world in blankets
soft and hypnotic, pure and true
lulling me through
the big blue.
8/31/09
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