Framing the Breeze

Holding onto that which is unholdable

Represents many of the subtle invisible values life affords,

Akin to the sound of one hand clapping,

Or the seeing of one’s lifeline of oxygen

Which is also most often unseen.

  And yet we often ignore such gifts.

To stand before an open window,

Feel the breeze from the ocean,

Watch the undulations of a lace curtain,

Is to feel peace from within,

As one of Nature’s caresses

Letting us know each breath we take

Is an acknowledgment that the quiet zephyr

Is there as a reminder

That the mind’s eye is capable of framing

Any and all spectral nebulae of dreamlike gifts,

Letting us know there is much to be thankful for.

We only have to imagine.