Tiny Things


Momentary reflections
Passing sorrows
And fatigue
I miss my dancing friends
The full breath of being
I whisper to the night
“It’s alright”
We’re all just holding firm
To a prayer
To a held breath
This pause
This reset
This dreaming moment
I want to wander
on the wind
Where rivers flow
And shadows dance
under green
To hear the trickle
To see your eyes again
My friend
My beloved friends
So I dream
And listen to the song
of tiny things

Written in the southern New Mexico desert


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