Saturday, October 10, 2015


Jacek Yerka, 2011

Leaving the Port of Care

I drift

On ripples new and dare

To lift

Above trees and ascend

 Stark fright

Alighting a gust of wind

Floating down the night.

A response to magpietales/

1 comment:

  1. Your words,
    like the crescent moon,
    beneath tree tops,
    still in full view.