Life the Wind

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Life the Wind

 

at the peak of dawn

a bluejay

lifts off a pine branch

into the song of its flight,

the curve of its arc

not forgotten

by the landshape that shifts

and laws that whimper,

shatter

and reconstruct themselves

at the magical pointing

of her invisible finger

 

any hers his

dressed in the satisfaction

of our shared desire

 

life

never out of its element,

any touch

two pairs of lips

locked

in the space

where at last we feel fulfilled

 

and time

now a fleck of dust

flicked by a fingernail

to the wind,

out of dilated pores rises

the delight

 

that freedom

brings home

wherever our travels

may or may not lead us,

 

regardless of the condition,

belonging

as the beat

to the life filled heart,

as breeze and breath mixed

in the colorless eye

at the center of the raging storm

 

- Tykal