Wednesday, December 31, 2008

i feel my secret
tapping against my soul
early in the morning
it whispers as I wake up
listen up
listen up
it says
but I don't let it out
it stays locked up

sometimes I hold it
I squish it with my fingers
or put it in my mouth
to see how it tastes
but after
I put it right back in there
safe as little bird
in the branches
of a tree
in wood

1 comment:

sophiejade said...

Your poems just get lovelier and lovelier.
I love the photo you used as well.