A Foot upon the Air
A notion half begun
The world a canvas everywhere
Beneath a quiet sun
No path no thoroughfare
To mark where I have been
A fleeting Presence light as prayer
Amidst the common scene
The Breath a whisper soft and deep
A Question in the Mind
What secrets do the moments keep
That I have left behind
A Bird's small note then it is gone
A Thought that takes its flight
From where the day began to dawn
Into the coming light
No certain shore no harbor near
A boundless inner sea
Dispelling every fragile Fear
That ever beckoned me
The Heart a compass swinging free
To destinies unknown
A silent profound Liberty
Upon a Spirit sown
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Tim is an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. He writes about rural life, family, and the places he grew up around. His poetry and essays have appeared in Bloodroot and Coal Dust, his latest book.
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Wonderfully done, beautiful entry
You've captured movement and stillness at the same time so well here.