when I catch the wind

I'll sway a bit

then fall

and when the next breeze swirls in

away I will go

I told my mom that spring had not come yet.

See, the trees are still bare.

You will not lie here looking out your window

at the blossoming branches.

You will not be deprived of the warm sunshine and green grass.

She looked at me with sympathy.

She was unable to speak.

She did not miss the spring but, as delicate beauty holds inside it

the fierce indifference

of forward movement,

the spring missed her.

And so do I.

in a field of flowers I lie

abiding in love

and the winds of the tilting planet ruffle my hair

I will zip up my jacket high to my chin

and close my eyes as the scent of them

adds layered memory to my breath-centered focus

in a field of flowers lay I

I close my eyes

and the world is red

the sun is warm on my face

and I feel good

I think- this moment is a moment

that I'll always remember

and it was

in the middle of it all

I can see further now

the stairs wind up

but I can go

how do I know

so happy to someday find out

I am surrounded by the sea

it is all I see

so far away

ahead and above

clean foam shapes

their frozen power

hold my gaze

and aspirations

in their cupped secret places

it is there in front of me

clear and bold

awe and wonder

all my questions

all the untold known

there

out there

long drive to the distant clouds  

waiting for my journey to end

when I come near

and can say

I saw the sea