In many ways life is a prison of routines and responsibilities. This poem is about a couple experiencing one rare moment of freedom at a desert motel. Both the art and poem are my original work. Thank you for reading, find other recent posts
“For a Moment I’m Floating in Heaven”
Midnight Swim at a Desert Motel
Anchored to the past,
his silhouette floats
in the shape of a cross,
his future above
unfolds its wings.
Closing his eyes
he lets himself sink.
The silver moon
sucks up his thoughts
with thin fiber straws.
Out in the mesa a yip
and a howl, a voice
in the wilderness.
She opens the window
and listens, her wet hair
is wrapped in a towel.