The Space Between

Petals sharp or fuzzy and soft piled in heaps like automn leaves dried and cracking or green, fresh and sugary sweet. The colors range like the whiteness of day, turning yellow and red orange, shifting to night arranged in shades of blue, moonlit shadows and silver linings where pink elephants danced before. The rainbow of every moment of this existence hidden frosted with tiny ice crystals or burned with brown sun spots. When the sounds fade with the light when my body dissappears into the floor my head floating furhter into this expanding emptiness searching for stillness I find myself in a flutter of flowers squished between the sternum and the spine. As if the wind blows straight down drilling a hole in the sand like a well Drinking deep reveals glimpses of the spaces between the solid ground beneath the vastness of the depth slowly becoming the shallow end.