Thinking
Thinking about the air around me
Waiting for the air to begin, holding the air between my
hands
A moment longer
Under a tree filled with autumn
Branches reach the sky, pushing exhilaration
almost trembling
in this moment
the earth ripples across the horizon
tucked neatly into the ground
who would think to disturb her now
resting, a motion slow
allowing my legs to crease the ground,
accepting my arms into the weave of branches
tender limbs, sparkling shades of weeds and grass
grown tight with age
waiting,
thinking about the air
until new moon calls
-Kevin Slick
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