Nest to Flight

From under your lashes frequencies 

mirroring yellow and cobalt blue let off into me. 

It then settled in the comforts of the floorboards.


The velocity of it all.

An instant, inflated by breath.



We windowed towards it;

pulled up by the strings

and plucked unknowingly.


It is not a problem,

But don’t let the outside

know.

We talk of velocity

and connection and all of

a sudden, all sparks

are squandered by a

jealousy that knows not

of what we are here for.

© 30-Oct-2010 -Sonja J Johnston