Slipstream

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Today is a day for being alone

I search though the woods

stopping alone the way

Taking notice

The way the wind blows the trees

The tunes whistled by the birds

The squires gathering for the winter

But the day is hot

And of all the places I’ve seen

These aren’t perfect

I’m on a quest to find MY spot

One dropped on this fast spinning planet

Just for me

I stop, roll a smoke

Pour myself a drink of red wine

And listen again

That’s when I heard it

The sounds of a deeply hidden creek

I approach, undress completely

And sit down

The cool waters washing over me

Bringing me back to life

Just about this time

A slipstream whirled around me

I felt as aerodynamic as a jet

Light as air

And as free as I ever have

And all it took

Was a little water and air

ironic

© Dicky J Loweman