April 11, 2013

daydreaming



I want to go sailing on a lake 
smooth like glass
listening to the sailcloth
whipping in winds

there are so many aches
inside.

i try to blow them away
sweetly,

soft as dandelion puffs

but they throb
like a jogger's heart.

i think they are 
frozen embryos

waiting 
to
be.