My Archer

Post date: Jun 25, 2017 6:27:47 AM

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

(Michael was a member of a group who visited The Archer Mountain Earth Community)