Details In The Thread

DETAILS IN THE THREAD

The tree spreads
The fawn is small
Shelters, nurtured

Air – as will water
Will fill or empty
Whatever space
Is encountered
At this time

Large – as small
Dissolves
As time shucks off
Its shackles
And chuckles

Contented

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 26, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I really like this, Ben. Especially:

    “As time shucks off
    Its shackles
    And chuckles…”

    Wonderful!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: