if I stand here
balancing air
in my palms
as if weightlessness
counts
for something
as if feathered breath
is a factor
in final choice
it is because dreams have form
and can be
tangled inside
those intricate
threaded catchers
that seem
to hold nothing
and that is what I am doing
weighing substance
in thought
(hugs)
and another new look? very fluid and filled with dreamy quality. like it
Thank you! One thing you will learn about me is I am mutable, not fixed
In other words, the design will change until it not only speaks to me–it shouts
Here Here!
i like the comment bubbles on this one:D
Thanks, Paula–allows me to show my weak photography skills.
I like the idea of balancing air in your hands..it’s a wonderful visual..and your new look is beautiful..
Mimi–thank you! Both are the product of a sleepless night–glad you liked!
Although you clearly do some awesome work at night, I hope you have a better night tonight!
Magnificent pull! Affectionate Deb Loving your page set up!
Aww–thanks for both, Deb!
That is what you are doing… weighing what really has substance though curiously, we perceive its inverse.
Yes, exactly!
really liking this I can so relate
Thanks, Ian
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Loving the poem and new page layout
Thanks, Boomie!
Air is matter of a finer sort. Weighing it, matters.
Very well said, and cleverly, too!