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.

© 2012, Tamera Dobbin