Thursday, February 22, 2018

Carter Billis
by Carter Billis

String tied tightly around my wrist
My thoughts float loosely in the wind
Enclosed in a safe of latex.
Can’t get too far from me
I could lose touch with myself
But can’t get too close
I could lose touch with reality
I’ll keep them hovering at about ten feet Hoping nothing comes to pop them
when I’m not looking.

1 comment:

  1. I like its lightness of being! I like the "safe of latex." Never thought of a safe being other than square. Not square, this. Thoughts tethered, free to float but not too far out.
    Sylvia Manning

    Yep. And I like its length, not stringing us on and on.