
photo: Pixabay
That pure day in June,
I lay on the grass and tried
to see where Up goes.
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.



Comments (4)
this is blooming marvellous. Sublime stuff and proves my comment in my author's notes of the following piece - I wanted you to see this because I was good on my word and jiggery-pokery has been put to bad bad use. https://shopping-feedback.today/poets/paul-on-paul-by-paul%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cstyle data-emotion-css="w4qknv-Replies">.css-w4qknv-Replies{display:grid;gap:1.5rem;}
When I do this I imagine what it would be like to fall into the sky.
This somehow felt so liberating. Loved your poem!
Isn't it strange how expansive and limitless the sky appears in all that blue? I love this, Sonia! Where does Up go?