I float freely in contained space

Meredith's poetry, watercolor

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I float freely in contained space

holding onto edges at lane’s ends

and staying within the lines

A safe place for me to think

I see more clearly under aqua blue

than when looking at mirrored reflections above

Buoyant feelings bubble out my throat

As each unspoken number brings me closer to the next turn

Bursting forth and slowing down

I turn my head for air

Kicking waves behind me

A few more silent numbers to chant before I finish

Day moving on its tiptoes

Meredith's poetry, watercolor

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Sufjan Stevens comes on and

droplets of sound become turning signals

and 

people crossing streets

and

wing beats of pigeons

and 

the day moving on its tiptoes through the city streets

I feel the sound of sun rays

playing through windows on my face

out of Egypt, into the great laugh of mankind,

and I shake the dirt from my sandals as I run

the title says as though I’m in the wilderness

I have a show coming up in January, so the next posts will be based on the theme of the show(my poetry with illustrations).  Looking forward to your feedback. 🙂