A Breeze Without a Journey

by reginadee2014

A Breeze Without a Journey

A Breeze Without a Journey
Regina Puckett

I swing back and forth, forth and back
A porcelain vessel with a chip and crack
I love this way and that, that and this way
An empty heart without an utterance or a say
I wander aimlessly in and out, out and in
As a breeze without a journey blows against my skin