I woke up on a distant planet surrounded by the rain and snow
cleansed by nature's madness I started to row
my boat ashore
because I was in the ocean
surrounded by dolphins
flipping their fins
in rhythms splashing
I slept in a faraway cave
wrapped up in blankets
cooing
speaking to Plato in hushed tones
by firelight
as we watched it dance upon the walls
The bison and the handprints
from ancient days
A new writing experiment is writing to music--for this poem I used this video. It's kind of funny that "this is is the sound of inner peace"--is it? I'm clicking.