& other things
Life and Literature
Alive But Quiet
By Gigi Goodwin. 2020.©
The moment was boisterous, stormy, noisy when combined with my thoughts.
In the corner of my eye, a dandelion branch, stiff and floating away.
As it is carried gently, it bends and relaxes its stalk and the white tops spin around and around
Embodiment of peace, fulfilling of freedom
A view of all life on ground, flying besides birds swooping low
It catches a draft, dragged as if caught by a fierce creature, dizzily spinning and thrown in a twirled whirlwind; down, down, down
Time is in the moment, half a second is half a second.
Oh to blow away from the troubles, and stresses found out of the winds
The ground blows up closer, grass comes up to rapidly meet its old friend, native and familiar to their home, it remembers and welcomes, safely, brushing reassuringly
The green swallows the stalk and white stick, where it lay resting peacefully until the next breeze picks up. Not escaping but out running for a pleasure drive.
Alive but quiet. Alive but quiet.
Watching the journeys of tiny inches of nature, like those mini sections in those seconds of film, from a modern car window, I feel my heart tense and relax, lost in no deep thoughts, my breathing steadies, I exhale.
Trust nature that calms my own nature. Time disappears, for me.
