Air

To my first born
To my small child
From the nutritious part of my mind
I will feed you the most delicate truths.

Without bias or hate
I have brought you outside
And we have traveled away
From the buildings that hide us.

My precious,
Beneath this sky
Within the complexity of those waves
Is the voice of the air.

The breaths that made us
The raw form of our geno,
Our skin that turns taunt
In the mixtures of exposed environment.

Feel the embrace of the moment
In your silent thought
Expanding and contracting
The known unknown.

Tender is your hand
On my shoulder as we sit quietly
Let us look at the birds
And label not their form.

Take no note of their nature
Only at awe of their stature
The captivation of this moment
Spins in non-thought.

Let us touch a bird
Watch its eyes as they watch us
And in passing time
Away it will drift.

Much like you
In the breeze of nature
Grow with no labels
I will cast them out!

Pluck them like harmful staples
The words that claw into you
The hands that hold you down
You will be free to soar.

Sleeping now; soft is your breath
Like the wind the mind drifts away
Your shape cradled in its sound
Your dreams take flight; your body stays.

~ B