by Jill Osburn
I keep on the sand made solid
by man.
not the sand that is therapy for feet
i have no need to venture there
i do not walk out
not because i can’t
I don’t run or marvel at you
the way i imagine others to
You are different for me
You are the unnoticed backdrop to it all
nothing special or novel about you
uncomprehending those that are in love
you were always there
i am not drawn to you
because you are in me
Your largess is knowing
Growing in your proximity,
i do not know the gorging
on the starvation of lack of
being with.
Trips West do not illicite
The Amazement
We have an understanding
i did not know until now.
I keep on the sand made solid
by man.
not the sand that is therapy for feet
i have no need to venture there
i do not walk out
not because i can’t
I don’t run or marvel at you
the way i imagine others to
You are different for me
You are the unnoticed backdrop to it all
nothing special or novel about you
uncomprehending those that are in love
You were always there
I am not drawn to you
because you are in me
Your largess is knowing
Growing in your proximity,
i do not know the gorging
on the starvation of lack of
being with.
Trips West do not illicit
The Amazement
We have an understanding
i did not know until now.
Last updated November 04, 2015