Fly
Held to rocky garden
by gravity and frown,
I still can't fly,
even when
the world is upside down.
Time in not infinate,
the last grain will fall.
Leaving my humanity
an inanimate rag doll.
In between
the granules,
buried amid the dunes.
I look for the love,
and rise joy ward-
toward the moon.
© 10 2010 Tamera Dobbins