 Tuesday, April 24th 2007, by Marissa A Spencer
pic by my dear friend..William F.Glover
Paying No Mind
There is a river at my feet, going on its journey
It pays no mind to my splashing toes and my windburned face
Becoming very still, I hear the Swift's shifting forms above me
Their shadows flit across the pebbles near my hand
A strange way to watch it all, I count my breaths
Time slows down, it becomes silent, intently alive
No longer sitting now, I am the water, the air
I am the shadows that flit here and there
I feel so small the sand rolls past me like mountains
And so enormous that the stars wink in tiny sparkles
My body is so far away that I cannot perceive it now
Yet, there I am, and am not
© April 23, 2007 Marissa A Spencer
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