Luke Harbur


Sitting - Poem by Luke Harbur

In soothing night,
I sit and wait for my soul to take flight
Upon your sitting area.
Are you laying? Are you wishing?
Do all of these thoughts come from wishes themselves?
Only one can imagine who can feel what I feel. Know what I know.

No...two can.

You and I.

We feel, we hear, we see.

We understand the balance of comfortable stress and too much reaction to others actions.

With that we are one, with that we are a sitting presence.
Sitting...just...sitting.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 12, 2012


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