Drifting

Pulled up like a root and floating.  Wingless and adrift in the winds of change searching for ground to lay upon.  Time rolls by like a soft hill undulating, beckoning to join it like a lover that will not wait but continues to love on it's own. Shadows cascade upon walls as your feet take you into the nooks of the world, lost in another day searching for home.

©3/15/11 by Danya Mosgofian including photograph