An Urge

I sit outside

drinking tea with stars

as the neighborhood floats down the bottom of my cup

like ants-

like us.

And where I sit

serious, austere,

I touch my legs and they feel like dead fish,

as if they are ready to stand up

and live.

Then I hear a voice,

somewhere,

behind the dark.

I go inside.

*Painting: Small Universe by Deenesh Ghyczy

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