Monday, May 02, 2005

Holding my breath

Standing
swirling chalk dust
sweeps across the plains
brushes my bare legs
Looking up
I can feel the weight of the sky
Wide open
Looking for something
I lost in the light
I begin searching for stones
building my walls
something to brace myself
against the wind
Resisting the urge to get
blown away
I close my self in
and listen to the wind run by
free and wild
Thinking twice
I step outside
feet firmly planted
and inhale

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