9/20/07

underground



Originally uploaded by finsmal
I rose to find that the sun had not come up before me and wandered in the house reaching for the elements to wake me. Sitting comfortably watching out the window, my patience paid off when I saw the morning star. It came up like a bursting shadow crawling over the rough texture of the cave walls. My dark friend had come out to meet me and set the day right. This is life, underground.

2 comments:

Candy Rant said...

Do you write poetry? I mean, I know you do, but have you acknowledged that you write poetry?

And what a great book title you would have:

This is Life, Underground

Citlali said...

Hhhmm. Yeah, I like writing micro-poems. It's been sort of a sporadic thing. Didn't really think of this one as a poem until you said so. It's easy to forget what we can do, eh? And you're right about the book title. I've been playing with a few... You're sweet. I always look forward to your visits. = ]