Shine

In layers of sediment

are our pasts mapped out,

body upon body,

mind upon my mind.

Within each nook and cranny

lies a potential me, you, us

to be discovered and diagnosed,

mulled over and assumed.

But I do not wish

to be laid down so easily.

I do not wish to be compacted

into future turf.

Instead, I wish to be the grass on the brim,

the tree on the precipice,

or better still the angel

that hovers from above.

No, not sediment for me,

but the amalgamated colours

with which it shines.

43 thoughts on “Shine

      1. You’re most welcome, Richard!
        I am not sure if I like the word “digging”, but you’re doing an excellent job!!! πŸ˜€

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