Yippee!

I found some of the files I thought had vapourized when our computer crashed! Yay! I haven't retrieved everything, but this is better than nothing. In honour of this great event, I'll post this poem that I found among my writings...

Drift

She is bubble
fragile and transparent
riding on the edge of a dangerous wind

some winds come softly
lofting her gently
to the heights
some winds come cruelly
crashing her blindly
against the cliff

She is bubble
iridescent and brilliant
riding on the edge of a dangerous wind