I'm the girl walking along the shoreline reading a book of e.e. cummings poems.
Despite my lack of grace and inability to get through a single day without falling, tripping, spilling, or dropping something, I manage to have a talent for walking and reading without any clumsiness interfering.
This poem reminds me of the beach. And I read it there. How appropriate.
open your heart:
i’ll give you a treasure
of tiniest world
a piece of forever with
summitless younger than
angels are mountains
rivery forests
towerful towns(queen
poet king float
sprout heroes of moonstar
flutter to and
swim blossoms of person) through
musical shadows while hunted
by daemons
seethe luminous
leopards(on wingfeet of thingfear)
come ships go
snowily sailing
perfect silence.
Absolute ocean