Hello, Invisible
Hello to you, Invisible.
You say what I can’t see—
The beaded branches sway in wind
and wear you like a sleeve.
Space is not an emptiness
when seeing with the soul.
There’s growth within the finest twig;
there’s reaching for a goal.
A sparrow’s breath has left me less.
I sigh what I can’t see.
Hello to you, Invisible.
You move the best in me!
Copyright © Rita A. Simmonds | Year Posted 2016
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