Layers (I)
I could sum it up in few words,
the lesson I learned in the dark
But I fear the eyes would travel them
far too quickly—
A mere blink,
and a thousand lifetimes
would fade behind the lids—
Much would be lost.
It is with this in mind
that I hold my pen upright,
To face the untouchable,
the unspeakable,
Fingers outstretched
at the ready
In anticipation of the flash flood.
[My frozen waterfall is leaking.]
