a breath of fresh air tickles still-waters

a breath of fresh air

tickles still-waters

a lone swan's quill

let fall, takes flight

carpe diem ―

nigh weightless,

buoyantly skitters

across the water,

laissez faire;

barely dimpling

the shallow peace

on a lake in the wood

a wild feather's

mindless pirouettes

emanate from

the steeping silence

lapping its

superficial refection

the true nature

of wildness,

unspoken freedom,

an untamed

wilder – ness

skims the skinny waters

seeking their own level;

leaving no trace

of ever being containable

like a breath of fresh air

reinvigorates

unconquerable souls

touching in the

conscious moment ―

a gentle passing breeze

arousing a rogue gust

Jesse Stillwater

01 June 2018

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