She Can Feel It 2013

She can feel it

Calling you is like a poem
It’s a bit like a breath in between the destination
Because they had to pause
And what stretches out is so far that
It’s almost like stretching too thin

The desert wind blows right through me
It’s the feeling of existence
When you feel the wind on you, you are aware
You are present and an obstruction to the wind blowing on you
She can feel it but it’s almost like she’s not there
Because she’s in that place in between

© Maya Golt 2013