Lost underneath the sky.
No, not lost.
Comfortable beneath the sky.
No, not sky.
Comfortable beneath the heavans.
Yes, a child of God.
A lady of natural thought and open mind.
Exquisite.
Undeniably exquisite.
Sitting beneath the heavans.
Looking at nothing in particular.
Contemplating nothing and everything.
Going nowhere and everywhere.
Staying beneath the heavans.
By: Leilah Bhyat
For my generous sister who features in my work often.
© Leilah Bhyat 2020
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