Atop A Tuft

Another place this page should live.

I am where I need to be even if the world is not.  

Paper: Through sentience.

The cat pokes its head out of the tiny tent and yawns in the dappled sunlight. It feels a little too early and the bed is too warm. Today I feel more productive than a cat in a tent.

I am replicating, a version of you in my understanding of light and dark. your form passed in front of my ray and I knew it was not you, the you behind you, not the you looking at you.  It was a sun set and you became a new part of my horizon.  How can you exist for ever so briefly when the rest of us are planted here to stay.  I feel movement and it brings the water to me , it was your movement along me that brought me to this place. I continue to grow without restriction over the age and time.  I have so many ways to exist even if I have to exist alone, but I am never alone. It becomes the memory of my senses and my duty to be there with the others, all of me a version of you. Where is the rest of the water going, my surface will keep it. 

But when I curl back I see the sky and know the sun will come back again