I am getting ready to head to NeKaMo Camp for 2 weeks, so I haven’t had much chance to write. Since I don’t want to abandon my lovely little blog completely, I present for your reading enjoyment, Flying the Thread.
Mists rise from the cool, lapping water
The air is still
Yet the vapors dance among the reeds
Like slender forms
Like the spirits of vessels gone by
They drift ashore and lick my feet
The cold enters through my toes
It trickles up my spine
The wisps dance and twirl around me
The cool moistness overtakes my body
I become like the wisps
Lost in their eddies
Twirling in whiteness
Moving without effort
Never touching
Yet in one mass
Passing through each other
We fly over the grass
Droplets slide down the blades
Movement so fast and fluid
Neither water nor air
Cold but full of life
I leap from drooping flower head to drooping flower head
Faster and faster
Further and further
Until I don’t need to land
I soar above the trees
I dive down into their green blackness
Weaving between sleeping leaves
Leaving in my wake shimmers of water
I dive faster
Skimming across the surface
Flying with the fireflies
The twinkle like the stars above
We dance and sparkle
I begin to shine
Though the tall, dry grasses
Like a star fallen to earth
I float high
Higher than the flies around me
Towards the darkness above
Joining the stars in their patterns of light
Shining brighter than the fire I left behind
Swimming through clouds of pure color
Twinkling, swirling, shining
We waltz together to soundless music
I look back on everywhere I’ve been
A pattern of water and fire and light
Like a single strand of brilliant thread
Connecting worlds so different
Yet they fit together
Like a puzzle scattered on a table
Some parts similar, many scattered
The thread ties them all together
And a Beautiful painting emerges
Absolutely entrancing! This is good work Annie!
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