Fleet Footed

Leave me

with my turtle shell

and the sense of a chameleon.

I know the night

will shroud me and embrace me and save me

as it has

three million times before. I am

as close to the dark

as a shadow on multifaceted particles of sand.

And bliss is fleet footed. Warm like a caress

because I find it here. Here and now.

And it lifts me until

I become that icy rainbow around the moon.

Eternally impressed upon the memory

of the world, illusive as a slow and steady path

across the star studded sky.

© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019


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