The Wind, Having Its Way

Here in the emptiness, I revel. I disappear.
Nothing pursues me. No pasts. No flaws.
no one needs me and I need no one.
It all disappears in the vastness. I disappear
for that matter. Because I do not. Matter that is.
There is no timetable. No appointments,
nothing to prepare for. I can surrender wholly
to the moment, become part of it. A whisp
with no purpose but to sense the sun and water
and allow the wind its way with me.

About this poem

I have a much needed vacation coming.

The picture was taken at Cape Cod.

Tom