Christina’s World

Lying in the grass
Isn’t so pleasant when it’s dead
But you press it to your stomach
And you dirty your dress
You reach for a grey shape
At the tip of the world
‘till it’s drawn on your face
And you forget to crawl

But you aren’t just a moment
You’re moving all the time
And the sky is still enormous
When there are shadows in your eyes
No one’s keeping track
& there’s no single path
Your past is out of frame
& the sun is at your back