8/03/2014

In Any Direction

How unlikely my heart
to find its bearings
in this dark world,

its shiftings
a rogue wave in
a night's storm,

an uneven swell
for a blinded ear;

small hairs
in the shell's bone

broken.


1 comment:

grapeling said...

subtle, precise imagery.

have you read Mama Zen at "another damn poetry blog"? ~