Zephyr

Nancy Grayum, born to the temple of forests and currents of northwest Washington, saunters paths and waterways in silent reverence whenever possible. As poetess, listener and educator, she offers Time to those who are coping with the challenges of changing.

Formless force
quivers my boughs
offering subtle fragrance
inspiring the distant shore.

Tender caress in flight,
arc and whistle
fill every space
vanishing smoothly.

She stirs my essence,
cool shadow awiggle,
arms pirouette
in rhythms
only she can hear.

Offering courses in change,
she softens my edges.
Mountains shrink in her
presence,
calm waters bubble and curl,
reflected light shimmers.

Dandelions pick up their skirts,
ride and glide,
land in fresh layers
where crawlies, slitheries and featheries
absorb chaotic spirit.

When she stills,
static muffles connection.
Nothing transpires.
Under heavy pressure
near and far separate infinitely.

We stand motionless
listening to inertia

suffocating
in
our own
dry
panic.