Friday, February 29, 2008
my sleeping belly dreams of being a snail
sunlight is walking in the way the roots spread, invisible beneath us, like fireworks exploding underground, in hesitant fingers of survival, seeking out the source. inside my belly, a pear tree is growing like excitement. outside this cave of stars, the heat is rising. the air is pregnant with perfume and smoke. the oxygen around us is swollen and waiting to burst. it pulses ferocious through our lungs. our throats grow thick with words. the cherry blossoms have turned out so beautiful because they are trying to look like you. within the right balance, all things tend toward life. when i stop looking at you, the sky is going to fill up. i am okay with that.