Excuse Me For A Moment:

In the fullness of stillness,
leaves on trees/calm
mist of morning/ cool
winds/still

A seagull’s shrill
soft/warm/supple
cry/still

The earth wanders
round and round
forward and backward
bending and moving
up and down

A God-like still…

No stories/hindered
no burden/broken
no jabs to the body
no kindred boats

no yearnings,

as I close my eyes
taste smooth/light
airy,

just miles and miles/still~your kindness sister Krissy Mosley