Losing Myself In Air
I find it hard to hold
my world together.
The morning broke apart
into glittering pieces
of reflected sunlight, countless
wings beating the air, sirens,
dandelion seeds
exploding soundlessly
out of a feathery ball.
I chased a thought
across the river until
it was too far out to reach
and was taken by the tide.
Sometimes it's good
to break apart,
to become floating fragments,
particles lifted up,
a pulsing breath escaping
out of a ship's funnel leaving
a long wake of sound
until finally splintering
into silence.
No-one can find you
when you learn
to lose yourself in air.
Words become sails
searching for meaning
to be carried towards
a somewhere
or nowhere at all.
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