I watch them circle
Off in the distance.
Swirling, turning, floating higher.
Graceful, silent, never flapping.
They gather and hover
A black menacing mass
Churning above something mysterious
They are death
They are harbingers of all
We wish to ignore.
These silent, soft graceful things
Gliding on forever
Seen to only symbolize things that
They swirl off and away.
Like giant black kites of
I will gaze upon them again tomorrow.
These are the secrets that I keep.
They are the shapes of the clouds and they gently fluff by.
They are the dapples of sunlight sifting through to the grass,
And the wisp of the moon in the breeze.
The birds flit in the sunlight,
Bantering with each other.
The sweat bees hover around
and dip into their dens.
They are the heavy clouds
That press upon my soul
And change the way the beauty looks.
They are the aches and pains that slow me down
Give me doubts about myself.
They are heavy deep and dark.
They are pain, solitude, exhaustion, depression.
They are the buzz from my medicine that makes the world
They are the giggles I keep stifled
And the tears I guard fiercely.
On the outside, I must seem aloof and controlled
But inside, and ocean of awe and emotion rolls.
Water like glass
Sun high in the sky
Bright overhead watching all.
Soft breeze caress my face
Tousles my hair
Gentle nudge of the day.
Clouds pile high
Fluff on fluff
Mighty casting shadows
Backlight like golden edges
Rays of the sun power around but not through
Their bright, perfect white
Contrasting the sky.
Perfect blue and powder puffs
Mirror in the water
Still and smooth
All is soft and gentle
Caressing my soul
Assuring my being
Taking away the world.
All I need is this moment.
There is no before and no after.
All I have and need is right here.
Sitting in my smallness
In the great big world.
The present is the greatest gift.
I open and relish in it.
To find the solid rest to seize
gentle as the mountains breeze
softly downy smooth I lay
sleeping pain and stress away.
Solid still lay as the ground
still I lay, not even sound
hinted faint of whispers breath
softly softly, still as death.
Rest whole and pure, faithfully true
rest as deep as ocean blue.
Restore away down to my soul
renewed, enlivened as spring foal.