There was hush, a drift
Mini textures, quiet shift
Space, for once, and still.
With lids shut I sense
Movement so slight,
Steady air, a tingle,
I can feel you above and all that has changed.
The light plays in orbs
Framing patches,
Abstract rays meeting matter,
Colliding with the real, making it sing.
An audience to the flow of every day hum we are,
A witness to form and winding lines,
Barking dogs, blowing bonfires,
Ice cream chimes, stretching shadows.
Pumpkin orange and swimming pool blue.
In the clouds, with a pause,
There is weightlessness and ease,
The rhythm of sorrow left for now, and in the air, a gap for nothing.