Sunday, January 1, 2017

Deep storage

Our stomachs were grumbling up against each other in the midnight light
And I hoped you were gathering memories of how I nourished you
Storing them deep in fat cells and synapses
To be mostly forgotten
And remembered only in some vague way
In an appreciation of cycles on a winter walk
Or in the feeling of a hammock softly pressing back up against you
leaving you free to admire the green and the sky
floating above it all