Look up,
or close your eyes —
it doesn’t matter
You can breathe this green
through your lips, through your pores
you can feast on light
You can sleep
or keep on looking
here in the presence of infinity,
here in the closeness
of this embrace.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 22, 2014
Thanks, Wen! I think I will just fall gently asleep in your poem.