Post by artolmaeus on Oct 25, 2022 19:37:56 GMT -6
into the light, I hold my form and walk slowly
letting every limb bend and feeling my weight shift
on each foot light to the earth
and there, the bent tall grass leans
gives history to the wind's last direction
as I walk into the sun, in abandon, at least
without having the mind need work but the eyes
to watch to see
as I smell the vapor of a small gurgling spring
carry the essence of the forest in a welcome air
I spy the dry reeds at the water's edge
once many, now gone, only the obdurate remnant
of what ended and will go away in short time
as I lie down on a bed of bended weeds
and look up at a sky that is willing to be the canvas of my imagination
and the world of my whimsy
