spokes of spoken and unspoken.

In my mind, I crossed a shallow stream.
Then went on to read a poem:

A woman was writing about her sister
getting ready for bed across the room,
in depths of golden half light.

( When you are trying to read mood,
and there is silence, slow movements;
do you trust eyes or mouths ? )

After that, in another there were :
"Diaphanous" clouds .
(Giant ships on channels of air,
Light and shadow. Lots of time.
Clouds over grass and flowers,
clouds over rivers, reflecting sky.)

On to weather: Northern hemisphere,
Jet stream.
Northwest to southeast,
South west to northeast.

And then letter "O"
That sewed the tapestry back together.
Moods, mouths, clouds, reflection,
direction,floating,flow.

The journal pages began to fill
moon, over silvery gorse,
open windows, double doors.

Swallows, bowls, books,
origins in Volcano's.
crescendos, solo, trio,
festooned -and- tug o' war...