from where i sit everything’s
a little blued
a little skewed
i’m listing about three degrees starboard
just enough to glaze the world
with an icy blear of distance
i cannot reach quite far enough
to touch another
and thanks to that ice
it’s evident no one can touch me
thank jesus for the books that have my back!
i crawl inside them
and pretend to have a life
© 2013 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
The distance between the self and reality.