I look at it upside down
with my inquisitive mind, sharpened by watching,
happy to be free of flying for a while.
Feeling with my feet to know
tapping deeper into the past,
eternal wisdom would influence the path
A lexicon floating around in the ethers,
writing is an impetus, like falling forward,
skipping, hopping, stumbling, rushing.
Thoughtfully, without enticement.