A Map of The Border
I open you up
listening to the re-assuring sound as you unfold,
holding, re-folding to where I am
and where I want to be.
My finger touches you
and traces the path that I need to take.
I see your brown contours, close together
and raise my eyes to the hills.
I am in control
and I can cross the border.
Poetry by Kathy Tytler 2017
I open you up
listening to the re-assuring sound as you unfold,
holding, re-folding to where I am
and where I want to be.
My finger touches you
and traces the path that I need to take.
I see your brown contours, close together
and raise my eyes to the hills.
I am in control
and I can cross the border.
Poetry by Kathy Tytler 2017