A PASSING FANCY

CREATION IN PROGRESS
L.A. Maihi

I'm feeling not here, see-through and clear

I know my feet are grounded, my bones are surrounded yet I float like air

I'm feeling not of this world but there is a koru, a swirl

of mass, of density, of a heaviness of a propensity to crash into the earth

yet I hold no weight and my soul to take is several shades of opaque
I am glass with no corners just a never ending birth
　

　
I am a lightness of being, an invisible stocking seam
I carry no weight here, I carry no weight...
I am a thought, a passing fancy


I'm feeling not here, see-through and clear

L.A. Maihi