The body remembers what the mind forgets
What if it was the scent in the air?
Temperature dampness pine flowers mint
Sound of wind or rustling in grass on leaves
Wings beating and the irregular sound of your breath
Close your eyes; colors are there purple with edges of red
Light changing
Then open with sideways glances
Glimpses of where we have been and where we can go
In the body calling us, then taking us on the trip we are wanting
Now....
By Veronica Bowlan
