within the layers of space
smoke and haze paints a picture
shadows play with reflectants
they wrap their fingers
clutch a bag of dreams
muscles loosen
because
imagination lost touch with the child
sleep was denied
and the slip to unconsciousness
was stopped by big hands
not understanding the process of refugee words.
the image dissolves into the sky
until
eyes step back
un-focus
falls down a rabbit hole
birds of a feather
flock to wasted food
clarity
bubbles to the surface
along with
relaxed bodies lifted by salt
an itch fighting it's way through sound
wood blocks discarded by idle hands
souls escaping gravity
the realization of peace with one self.
