Glass Museum

Dancing in your garden

beneath a sea of glass,

every color is a memory,

every move a reminder

Weaving in between

Birds of Paradise,

the people on the edges

look in with admiration

If I am Blue

You are Orange

Opposites

With nowhere else to go,

what if we stayed here?

Eating what we find,

finding what we eat.

I’d chase my own tail,

I’d bark at the moon for you.

Who am I when I lose the path?

I am the dog being walked

I am the runner across the road

I am the mother with the stroller

I am the child sleeping within