Ruth Mattison

A Luc Bat to Wind

Come in, my soul breathes
Your living song is creating a
poem of praise to life
I wait for you to end – to break
but still you come.  Your sound
slips sideways through cracks invisible
Your cool breeze lifts me up
I am atom whirling in space
not separate but a
star ready to explode with joy
I am the wind of change
The gift of air blows through me now.

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