A Small Space Midst The Haystack Poem by saranyan bee

</>Just in a small space midst the haystack,
I curl up, close my eyes
smell the sweetness of barn,
let the morning caress my arm.

I have nothing to do for the next six days,
a few peaches and bread to keep me warm,
no horse to feed, no cows
to milk or shower love upon.

I aint’ no recluse running away,
no hermit striving for,
just the small space midst the haystack
I need for next seven days…..


BV Saranyan © June 2005