Namaste

A heavy mist rolled in this morning

filled with

magic and possibilities.

Birds were singing to greet the day as

I stretched

and put my mind in place.

I pulled in thoughts

of peace and love

then set

them out to meet the sea.

Enjoyed the strength in my body as it

moved in

time with the music of my life.

Was someone watching from the trees

close enough

but could not quite see.

On route to some distant beach

covered by

logs and memories to sit upon.

The sun is high but the mist

still stands

leaving all that remains wet.

Jill Fitz 2013