Stillness

It has to be so still about iguanas
Who must be dreaming of sands.

A fistful of a bird ,on a clothesline,
Sleeps all night like an underwear.

The fistful of bird passes through
Some rapid eye dreams on sleep.

Like iguanas and bird on the wire
Poet sleeps on dreams about dad.

All things and creatures lay still,
As they dream from their bodies.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s