Early morning solitude, dew pulling at the silk of spiders
I sit and stare out of the window and watch the shadows kiss the earth
with the lightest touch.
The flowers cascading off the edge of the branches
a life force straining to leak out,
rupturing at the edges.
the fear of falling,
I clamber at the crumbling rocks, saving myself from each
I am enveloped by the cushioning mouth of Her,
stripped bare of the
white noise that coats the surface of my skin,
the maybes and merry-go-round