Poem of the Day 3.4.17

When I feel stuck,

I take to the mountains.

I breathe unusual air

and look down on the city I call home.

I let my feet root in the rocks

so I can dissolve into the air and let all humanness

leave.

 

From the edge of the sky

it does not matter that I spilled red wine on my carpet,

or that acquaintance said I was boring.

 

All that matters is that I was born of Earth

and become less of it everyday.

 

-Liz Loughran

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