May 25, 2009 02:22
The wind catches fallen petals and sets them swirling -dizzy.
And me,
like these petals,
Compelled into movement by the momentum of earth-turning, star-burning, light in the sky..
Stirred,
by people and their choices -
channeling spirit through their voices,
crying freedom in a choir of cracked lips and moist eyes...
And me,
like this wind,
guiding the course of countless sails...
an improvisational dance of interpersonal aerodynamics,
transitioning between falling and flying , an interplay with the Unseen.
poetic