Chasing clouds and burial shrouds.
Standing in forgotten crowds.
Searching for a lost connection.
A journey about resurrection.
On hills and on the ocean side.
In the forest the silent hide.
Names and dates some clues to lineages.
A road with hidden signage.
Who sails that little yacht so peacefully.
In no hurry to sail away to sea to see.
Through the narrows too far away.
Just capturing the moments of the day.
No restless tacking left and right.
A steady quiet wingless flight.
Tomorrow I will watch them again like a butterfly in flight.
Spotting flowers left and right.