This week i touched the blackness...

This week i stood...

  i always stand...

 Feet anchored in my life...

In long cool grass...

where dewdrops wink...and...

 sun beams bounced around...

A gentle breeze played with my hair...

my skirts...arose and fell...

i heard a bird...some bees as well... 

 smelled perfume on the wind...

My hands lifted slowly...

rising far above my head...

my fingertips made first contact...

Dread seeped from every pore...

I stood like that all the week...

stretched out...

 between the two...

This week i touched the blackness...

 feet anchored in my life...