Reaching Ground

Little fingers
Clutching at air
Sharp, round and full of edges
Breathing with the atmosphere
Reaching high
Like a straight spine
Refusing to bend
As clouds fall away
Fingers delicately emerge
Wading into higher ground
Ground that’s not ground
But round as a crown
Moving beyond and looking
Down
At brown
Ground

Poetry and 📸 @cherylsilvawoodphotography