He is a solo drum <br />trying to get his rhythm <br />against the sputtering rains <br /> <br />the mud sticks on trousers <br />wet and cool it can't sleep <br />in the thorns of our yard <br /> <br />I seek my balance in <br />yog-nidra in the closed <br />room think his thoughts and lies <br /> <br />we weave to ensnare spirit <br />that pricks the balloon we pump <br />to rise above the earth's green<br /><br />R.K. Singh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/above-the-earth-s-green/
