My feet are weary

My feet are weary

8 April 2020

Courtesy New York Times

 

Catch my breath

It escapes in lakes

As I whirl

Remember!

Essence of life is hidden

Between tree and bark

 

Remind me

Of jewels in chest

Studded pearls

Hold moonshine

Revelry began with wine

Ending in my salt

 

Fill me words

My head is tired

Lay them down

Near bosom

Fly me to castles in sky

My feet are weary

 

Reading of the poem:

Jon Bryant – “At Home” [Official Audio]

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