Wist Breeze has been getting me high lately,
as if god is granting me a complimentary mind-altering experience each time the branches stagger,
and as it pushes leaves back and forth
and lake ripples to and fro,
my head so-light rises like a helium balloon,
and my heart so heavy joins my stomach for company
creating
a centrifugal
emotional
landscape,
as unbraided strands of hair
dry
and tickle my nose,
lips and eyes,
wisps
have made me wistful
lately