Illusions

Listening to a new sound now not sure yet what it is where its coming from Again, the wind is blowing at my back as it did once and it blew me to my lover now it just has change in it Years spent in a house, in a land were tangible yet not really Me I endured here. I feel “possibility” knocking newness can be scary I attach to “things” to ground me Goodbye to the nightlight in the bathroom to those kitchen towels that He’s taking to coffee at my desk with This view Tomorrow, movers come and take it all away the illusions of solidity are really fluidity I will try to take note and remember it’s Me that’s always there.... I’ll just be coming along to see past the things in their new arrangement and feel mySELF moving around and growing, expanding In a new land with all new sounds where the sun shines hotter and will warm my skin I’ll wear sandals rather than fur boots and maybe I will begin to thaw out inside attached to less, and where the air is once again familiar and clean