Fall comes in through the window
and I shiver.
Though I could close the window, I won’t.
The air is perfect.
It carries a cool dance on my skin and I curl up
and melt at the same time.
There is nothing softer than air.
It carries memories which are also dreams,
and the swish of traffic in the distance
which is also the ocean on the shore.
I hold as still as I can
so the motion of the air through the room is huge
even though it’s barely perceptible.
When I am this still,
I am a contented child in a warm and loving
home.
Everything that anyone ever needed
is right here, in the air of this room.
There is no knowledge to stretch for,
all is known.
Whisperings tingle like fairies
laughing in my ears
who want to remind me: there is so much more.
So much more
dancing on the breeze
than we let ourselves imagine.
October 8, 2013
Dancing on the Breeze
