on egg shells

we walk through the sky
the blue of robin's egg
with candyfloss clouds
above the hurricane
below us a flicker
a tiny sail defiantly hoisted
tacking close to the solar wind
of a new morning

we walk through the sky
the seaward pull of newly hatched turtles
no sure end to the path
but the route was set
when you told me
and I told you
and it'll all be right

Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-09-06 at 19:39

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
As always, impeccably written.