In & Out
This where I am at this moment in time.
At peace both inner and outer.
My hand polishes the glass I hold,
Until there is no longer an inner nor an outer.
Only what is left in between.
This where I am at this moment in time.
At peace both inner and outer.
My hand polishes the glass I hold,
Until there is no longer an inner nor an outer.
Only what is left in between.
February 1, 2020 | Categories: new poetry | Leave a comment