the ground almost ate my shoes today
i thought i would slip off into the dark viscous goo that threatened to mutilate my new shoes
it was a poor choice in hindsight
but shoes will collect dust
and become worn at some point
i saw the most amazing sunset
with clouds long and thin
purple lavender pink edges
a density that seemed so thick
and yet closer to us
just the whispers of mist drifting across beach grasses
fluttering in the wind
at one point i looked into a car and saw a face who wasn’t there when i looked more closely
it’s quieter here
i’ve always liked that
i’ve always liked how the main attraction is the sky
starlight not hidden by the glow of convenience stores and traffic
and i can hear the sound of waves
i can hear words
and the glow of lamps within windows against the night sky
more beautiful than any kind of orchestrated artistry i could imagine
it’s very soft here
swirls the hair into the air
it moves and whips up into an invisible tornado
can’t dodge it
can’t face it head on without been blown away
couldn’t even reach out
suddenly burst into fits of laughter
at being pushed by this
keep going and you take a different path
you keep swirling into
something that lifts up
take off and take away
towards the sky
hair standing on end
but then falls to your shoulders
once you find shelter
wind chimes on its own
sound rings across the town
melody through the air
wind accompanies me
and everywhere i go
i see leaves rustling
something else is there
like an accompanying song
The girl was in a tree. She looked out to the world. A small bird landed on a branch nearby and whistled brightly, singing a song. She watched the bird and they both held onto the branch as the wind moved the tree back and forth. The bird seemed to gaze back at her. For a moment, they were silent. And then the bird sang again. This time louder. Then, fluttered away.
She moved with the tree and with the wind for a while. Hand on the rough bark. Leaves waving.
She watched the forest of endless trees – like an ocean of green. The little pockets of movement. Little leaves waving to one another.
When she closed her eyes to the wind, the scent of earth and newness was in the air. It was sweet and smelled like dewy mornings when you might run your finger down a leaf speckled with droplets of water until at the edge of this leaf water had collected and…
off onto the soft dirt below.
She hugged her knees closer as the wind blew cold on her skin. And as she began to feel warmer again, she started to hum to herself a little song of her own creation. A song that started faint with the dim light of an overcast sky. Then grew as she heard something she hadn’t heard before. When she stopped all she heard
beneath the rustling of the leaves
the whistles of the birds
and calls of the other animals
beneath the wind rushing through the dense forest
was a low hum from everywhere and everything
it grew for a moment before disappating into the soft sounds of the forest.
She stayed up in the tree for very long before it was time to climb down. Half in a daze, she found a place to lie down. And the last thing she remembered until being catapulted to the dream land was the twinkling stars above her and the call of a distant bird.
and the wind moves through grass
like a soft flute that sounds
the blend of shadows parade
across the sky
waves that move matching clouds
they mirror each other
grey and silver mixed with vibrant blue
pierces and yet soothes the eyes
watching the dance
from far away
Stars twinkling overhead. Wind was a little colder today than the day before. She sat outside the house, waiting, watching for the light to go out in the window. For someone to come in through the door.
Eyes becoming heavy. Head, dizzy just a bit before her head drooped down. Comfortable and warm, despite the whirling wind. She nodded off.
In her dream, she imagined far off voices. She heard laughter. Everything was blurry around the edges. Hands outstretched to her, swinging her around in circles.
As she slept, the cooing of the guardian bird. The whistling of the drifting wind. The rustling of leaves.
And underneath it all, a set of footsteps, if you were to listen closely. Approaching closer and then, standing over her as she slept. A blanket placed around her shoulders.
Someone had been keeping their eye on her.
From her sleep, she exhaled a breath of relief and turned her face to the softness of the blanket.