a lesson invisible

I’ve learned to see the wind
in the stadium wave of leaves of grass,
the metachronal rhythmic dance of stalks of reeds,
the exponential ripples gliding on the surface of the sea.

I’m the spectator bystander completely consumed by
this live performance on momentary canvas

Swift,
boundless, and
vast

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