we are a pendulum, forward and backward
belief and disbelief, knowing
the sun always rises
then sets in the west
my eyes are diverted to the sky
the silhouette of a large bird,
the pitch of his calls remind me
my heart thinks in symbolism
and my mind assumes
he is in search of carrion
I blink and the Big Sky
swallows me whole
a lost northern girl, consumed
by the firmament
quietly, I am smothered
in the belly of the tundra
and your tail lights compete
with the rising sun
© december 2011 heather brager
Reading this, I am spellbound, caught up, but at a safe distance.
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I was spellbound and caught up when I wrote it.
DeleteA moment in time captured in words - have to read it over and over.
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