A breath

A sway

I don’t look before I lay

Living by rule of worry is out

Spontaneity is in but not without

Fear that something may

Happen without my wanting

But alas out of my control

I strive to let things go

And unclench the fist that kept ahold

The shackles I call caution

After all I would miss

Living in this unrehearsed bliss we call life...

The forest goes silent, animals and birds seem to fade away

The horizon is dimming- It must be close to dusk

That’s when I smell it.

Creeping in slowly at first, out of the dirt and onto the air

then beginning to cling to clothes and skin

You can try but you cannot ignore;

The electric humidity in the air and the soft waves of sound

Coming down from clouds grown dark and heavy

Seeming to be unab...