This begins slowly.
Each word is forced out
with great effort.
As the sun reaches the zenith,
its warmth grows.
It brings life to the world around me.
Below the ocean,
deep below the ocean,
I have found a new realm.
The sun is unknown.
The volcanoes underneath
feed strange forms of life.
They live unaware of light.
Soon I will be walking in the moonlight.
A shimmering fog
layers the fields with mist.
My plan is postponed.
I have begun to feel at home
in this new neighborhood of time.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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