NaPoWriMo: Day 9

Sometimes

When I lie under the stars
in the damp grass of summer,
I take a breath so deep
my ribs spread
and my heart splays open.
I become so big:
I am the universe.
In that same moment,
under the heavenly ceiling,
I am no more than a period
at the end of a sentence
yet to be written.
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  1. daily poem surfing is one of the best things about NaPoWriMo! Love this one,

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