Listen to me; it's not hard.
The airy way is but a moment
of my history. I laugh until your pen runs dry.
I laugh against branches and leaves.
Like touching water,
I can move against your surfaces,
make ripples and light beams dance.
If surfaces are moved, so also moved
are the depths.
Let me stroke your skin & open you heart.
Haze clouds your eyes;
I blow it away
Leaves block your view;
I rustle them clarity.
I start a breath
and gather more breaths
becoming larger as I roll
through tree leaves
and children's hair.
I am the breath of of earth
--the breathing in and letting out.
I know secrets you all can learn
If you ask the questions.
Ask me; I will tell you
all this and much more.
All poems copyrighted by the author, Tracey Besmark 1997©