Swift, Soft motion – poem by Erik Cowhey


budding flowers

falling leaves

don’t change the circumstance

just the scenery

left to whim and  chance


the wind touched my skin

and we had a dance

marked by indecision

unknowing how to advance

it’s the rhythm we made

while making a stance

swift, soft motion tries

both bliss and ignorance


whats your candle at night?

did you screw your head on

left or right?

or clear the fog

from this line of sight?


soft, swift motion slides

no sweat, no hurry

just burdens and advice

details obscuring

a connection concurring

the end of a trail of light


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