In the Air
- Post By: Jason Santo
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- Category: verse
- Tags: clouds, poem, poetry, silhouette, sky, weathervane, words, writer, writing
No bearings. Winds carry winsome souls. Perched on perfect landscapes, owning everything, they remain unsettled. Stirred again, the air a cyclonic haze of desire, the passionate spin into new directions, uncertainly seducing new homes. Rich embrace accepted, heads turn, necks crane, vigilant for new currents to send up sails and coast to fresh meadows of promise. Each landing more fleeting than the last, soon only gusts of affection draw effort. Arrival is a plea for bearings; a cry from the directionless too attached to the journey. Emptiness travels.