We ride the waves
of our universe,
always in motion
Sky, Wind, Clouds
and Me  counting on
the going forth and
the coming back,
predictable patterns.

In a Skinny Poem

In a sip clouds transform
skies
dark
sweet
rain
skies
blue
clouds
stretch
skies
transform clouds in a sip.

In a breath life changes
days
dark
sweet
tears
days
bright
grace
gathers
changes life in a breath

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Poetry Form Matters: Truth Thomas and The Skinny