Sun-soaked air,
Heating all surfaces,
Melting me into place,
And into the stillness,
And caring of commeness.
All the breaths,
And all the sighs,
Of the every day,
Little bugs parading,
Food away,
And slight shifts,
Again and again,
Of clouds through the sky.
From Ships sailing,
To dispersal of birds.
To my crowd of thoughts,
Thirsting for answers,
On living here,
Traveling there,
Settling when? Where?
Finally resting blankly,
Feeling heartbeat under hand.
No other landscape,
Loves me more,
And I can take it anywhere.
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