Trace the Edges

I lie in the grass
like I did as a child
and look up to the sky
trace my fingers along the edges of the clouds drifting by –

a ship with tall sails
cuts through the deep blue

a girl dances
in a billowing skirt

a hippopotamus sticks its head out of the river,
its mouth gaping,
or is it the mouth of a crocodile
lurking under the surface of the Nile

the egrets on the bank don’t look worried
they will grab their meals
and then take flight

the canopy of a forest

the mountain peaks

a strange system of planets
in an alternate universe

the little stone I skipped in the pond yesterday,
it went farther than I thought it could possibly go

like my dreams
of childhood and today,
soaring – these clouds –
stories I long to tell

to be seen by others
as they lie in the grass
and look up to the sky
and trace the edges
of me


Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Posted in poetry & free verse.

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29 thoughts on “Trace the Edges

      1. I have the privilege to live in Delhi, which is now reputed to be the world’s most polluted city.

        I do escape to the hills every now and then, and this will become more frequent once my son goes to college. However, I have to drive for a day, sometimes two, to get to my destination! Increasingly difficult to find tourist free spots

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