Nest to Flight

From under your lashes frequencies 

mirroring yellow and cobalt blue let off into me. 

and settle in the comforts of the floorboards.


The velocity of it all.

An instant, inflated by breath.



We window towards it;

pull it up by the strings

and pluck 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