March 1st, 2009

A perfect circle, she lay in it
and some pollen circled her nose,
but she didn't mind. It was soft.
The grass itched across her shoulder blades.

Her hands were in the air,
and she was reaching for the branches,
so very far up in the trees.
She was always out of reach.

In her mind this was a beautiful clearing,
she wasn't sure how others saw it but
it was what it was to her, and no one else.
She wished she had someone to share it with.