IN THE REACH OF THE SUN by Lauren Childs

What is time but an infinite roar of everything after

And everything before

I read the first life enabled to form

On the planet was teeming in the sea

I believe our love was burning with it

Swimming with the fish and flailing in the waves

Then it was covered in dirt

Clawing for the reach of the stars

It grew through a rock

And it caught itself on a branch

A caterpillar begging for wings

It flew to to the west

And landed by the Pacific

The gold drip of this sun

Melting onto the sands,

The shadows of the diamonds that held

Themselves in the sky

I think I did understand to love you

Even before the manifestation of the moon

In some sort of light

I knew it was you

Lauren Childs (she/her) lives in the wild landscapes of Wyoming and Los Angeles. She earns money through real estate and marketing.

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