Down Stream

. for public domain and Andy Goldsworthy - Leaning into the Wind He filled his mouth with flower petals and blew them into the breeze, and shivered standing barefoot on the cold river stones, and watched the petals flow down stream. He lay down flat upon his back, his palms face down on cobblestone, in Scottish rain to leave an imprint of his body for a few passersby to casually witness and wonder. All passing, all natural like a child at play in the woods, crawling through a hedgerow by a sidewalk, open eyes and open ears hiding in tree roots from water buffaloes. Tossing dust into the air to catch a beam of light otherwise unseen.