If I’m Still…

There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed.

– Washington Irving

I can see beloved faces,

trace each precious line,

follow each curve,…

I can hear laughter,

feel a warming campfire,

smell a new falling rain,…

I can hike mountains,

walk near roaring oceans, 

drift along winding rivers,…

I can skip a stone,

ride a horse,

chase a butterfly,…

I can smell pumpkin bread,

and feel the chill 

of a late December snow,…

I can fly past Mars

and catch a comet’s tail….

All this and then 

find my way home again….

If I’m still.

—C.L. Fisher, November 2021

Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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