The open space enters inside me and expands
the passages that need me to breathe.
A cloud passes by,
I take hold of a wisp of it,
as strong as any current I know,
and I fly.
Over open fields of harvested lavender fields
bales of fresh hay
dancing wheat fields
pear orchards
vineyards
and rivers snaking along.
The countryside reminds me of the cycles of life
seasons bringing their gifts
farmers' toil
table feast in the silent seedlings
cows in the pasture chew their cud
the little girl running barefoot along the ditch bank with her brothers.
I don't know where I will be tomorrow, and today that is okay.
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