Writing in the Villa Chiusi Tuscany, Italy September 2010
The billowing clouds,
in various shades of grey,
move in and out of my perspective
rapidly;
Propelled by the wind
as it rustles persistently
through the trees within,
and beyond.
I yawn… full and deep.
My eyes, almost watering
with each successive breath
wide open.
Inside I reach
for “stillness” and “quiet”,
once my companions;
Who appear
to have set themselves
apart from me
for a while.
I give way
to the restlessness
which visits me,
and thank her…
For her presence
is a reminder
in this moment,
That my humanity
is part of the beauty
…of being me.