By Crazy Retasu
I wander through the windy days;
Tattered bits of cloud swirl out from the whirlpool of the sky:
Gray-blue, rose-gray, white-
Shreds of heaven, torn by the violence of existence.
When you walk, you forget-
Destinations drift out of mind,
Origins waft out of sight.
Trees rustle, agitated by their roots in the heavy earth.
Only the weight of the bag slung
Across my shoulder
Keeps this body from floating away and
Flying over swirling yellow green grass.
The cottonwood seeds waft through the air and float
Through my outstretched hand-
I am invisible, I am air-