Twinkle Twinkle

Safe at sea, I look to see the sky that covers me • Too small to be a star • Too big for me • I might ask if I knew what I need • I might grow if I could find the seed

Lost at sea, I stop to feel the storm that washes me • Too small to be the wind • Too small for me • I might speak if I knew what to say • I might run if I could find my way

Safe at shore, I look at what I’ve seen and see no more • Too small to be the key to any door • I might go if I knew how to lead • I might grow if I could find the seed

I am cold but I can see the sun • When I look up I’m not lonely • When I look back I’m only one

© Zen Greenway

Picture Credit – jstarj

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It’s obvious that when the apocalypse comes, I will be one of the weak people. I will have no spin kicks with which to defend myself. I will have only the magic of my words and my understanding to protect me. I will be meat for the beast. (Unless I can engage him in conversation.) And I am fine with that. If my death at monstrous hands becomes imminent, I hope I can meet it in a lounge chair, sipping on a gin martini.

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