In the field I spin around and around over and over like a whipping wind.
I create an air current within my space.
With a movement that is visible only to the natural elements around me
for I am alone. A smile of exuberance on my face.
The sunflowers and grass touch my knees.
I raise my hands hoping to touch a cloud.
I began to jump hands raised high.
Then disappeared before I knew it into blue.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
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