Two Clouds, Two Trees and Me
Two clouds part inside my brain,
And I examine the space that remains.
The thoughts circle back like hawks,
And the carcass of my former self
Lays on the hearth beneath a shelf.
The green is good
It nestles it’s way into my face,
Draining the tension away.
It likes to hang out stage right
Waiting in the wings every night.
Then it sleeps in my head
Where I lay it to rest,
Melts away the stress
And the jaw aches a bit less.
And the breath becomes freer in the chest.
