Birth
Herringbone 
laid brick,
a patio, 
not 
a path, 
bordered, 
not 
boundless.

© SB Joy, 2022

I have always imaged the sky does have a limit, a dome inside of the infinite, a constant moving fence line or a privet hedge that keeps expanding out. What is it expanding into? Is it boundless or borderless? Maybe it’s a magical both and. Such a little poem, such big concepts. 😉

SB Joy

One thought on “Birth

  1. No Ho says:

    {;-)

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