In this stillness

There is a breeze
Caressing my face
Warmed by the sun
And
Insect sounds
Distant crows
A dog's bark

Then
I look up
see the trees
A butterfly hovers
And
I find a place
Upon a rock
And listen deeper

I hear my breath
Keeping rhythm
With my heart
And my body
Fluid
On this solid earth
The blue sky
Green leaves
Olive Flesh

Calling to be
Free
Exultant
On this warm
Sunny
Day.

Michael Tansky
24/6/17