Waterfall Sometimes when I lie in bed, I hear my ribs cave in, Crash down like icebergs collapse. Years past I dreamt I laid in lush grass, Let July rain fill my lungs. Cold July rain, reach into my skin, cool the corners Of my shoulder blades, vertebrae, hips. Now I dream I stand in meltwater Wade deep to my chest. Tepid waves, whisper my pulses, Splinter my roots, Crash down like icebergs
Heather Motro
Skeletons
Gavin Hunt Photography
