Books & clouds

I’ve watched the clouds

and tried to read the blue in between

like tea leaf dregs in the bottom of a cup.

I’ve opened books

and unrolled maps,

blown the wisdom from their wizened

surfaces and tried to sow my seeds

into their earth,

left to stare glassy-eyed

at a failed harvest.

I’ve tried to write

with ink and with air,

with the carbon dioxide

escaping my lips turned purple

from the cold and the fear

of an immovable wall

built with every intangible moment

I’ve ever lived.

Poem & photograph: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

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