Lauren Turner


Watching you sleep,

your face becomes


I’ve imagined tiny

snow-skiers dotting

the slopes of your

brow, nose, lips–

sojourning your vastness.


Your walking-around and

the thoughts in your head

have begun to dance:

Perpetually in balance,

I’ve seen it–

Those tiny snow-skiers like

carrier pigeons

between your head

and heart and feet

at the grocery store and

in your bed.


Where my walking-around

meets my innermost

is where my ecstasy belongs:

And that is where you’ve been–

It’s a weekday sort of thing,

our walking and our questioning,

our answering and

our breakfast.





Lauren Turner is a writer and musician in Nashville, TN currently working in a library. Her previous work has appeared in Image Journal's Good Letters blog and local print publication, Broadside.