Blessed day, cupping me- heart- ‘u’ shaped- hand-
Trickling holy water down, like a fountain, holding hand, like
A golden statue- under a golden sun. Sparkles shimmer in the ray of sunshine,
Reflecting off its light, like a shattered rainbow.
Ducks paddle in this pond, I back paddle, I’m twisting and
shimmying in this dark tunnel.
I see light, the dirt in this tunnel, is coming loose, not so tight anymore.
Could this be my freedom. Could this be my release.
Could I shimmy up. Could I reach land.
Grace with other sheep instead of blind, with the moles.
I’m not digging anymore.
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