I’ll ask you now, you scattered across a planet, out there reaching for tiny shards of light l
I’ll ask you now, you scattered across a planet, out there reaching for tiny shards of light like sprouts desperate for spring, what lives beyond this? Tell me, you of earlier light than I, you of place beyond the pitch, what comes for me after this freeze subsides? Is it you holding the torch in lighthouse mirror, is it you aiming the beam my way? * Tell me this will pass, tell me I’ll come unstuck and float, sail, disappear away. * What lives beyond this, this freeze and enduring cold? We are stuck in place. * Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Link in Bio) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMcarAFF8Ds/?igshid=6fu4mslk9de6 -- source link