thomasunderlandaily

I lost myself today,

while out walking the wind took me up,

 entwined in sounds,

and carried off by smells.

 Rushing as one another,

our embrace pushed bird wings,

laughingly rattled leaves,

swooping down to touch the grasses and flowers,

pushing them, as they push back,

for what else do we have to do?

How could I feel the buzz of bees,

quiet and small, 

or the ever present weight of warmth,

the touch of my own skin?

Finding respite only in the stillness of clouds,

wandering there among the wisps.