It drifts, almost unnoticeably
I breathe in this quiet room perched atop a south-facing cliff
I type, stretched across a sun-drenched bed
It floats incrementally closer
I dream, What must it be like to be on a barge?
How far will you travel today?
What's your cargo?
I drift, almost unnoticeably, into topics and territories
A girl trying out new worlds in which to live, write, teach...