Poetry. Fluidity and memory, emotion and breath. Many seconds strung together, creating an impressionable piece, and no matter who you are, or me, we find poetry in the air, under our seats, behind our ears, and tangled in our hair. There is nothing in this world as slippery and potent as poetry. My words do not do it justice, but I try.
Check out my periodic attempts here.
Weathered Well 