Contrary
Laying in fingers across the horizon
Waiting for an unsuspecting tree or rock to drift up
Within reach
Tranquil, imitating sleep
Believing in nothing but itself
It curls around all ascending matter
Leaf, twig, trunk,
Rock, stone, pebble
And bits of earth
Moisture trickles and joins the haze
Scrutiny of mortals float through the mass
Eyes wide, witness to the earth suspended
They begin reading
From the bottom up
Longing to turn the page
On the journey labeled with their name
Copyright © Janet Lorenzo | Year Posted 2015
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