Just a breath away.

Just a breath away.

The stillness is absolute - not a sound .
Not a whisper in the trees although I see them sway in their drunken yet graceful dance.
In the distance blue skies Invaded , scores of pairs of wings flapping madly,
Alert to a danger only they can hear.
Zigzag of black bodies, united in their plight.

In my meandering along the riverbank I see the water rise and fall , each little crest tipped with gold , fleeting dalliance with the sun , now low in the sky , ready to give way to her moonlight sister .

As day surrenders to night I am reminded of the silent films - a feast for one sense only.
Ears rendered useless , hungry eyes soaking up every small detail .
In those moments of stillness a near perfect calm engulfs me.

Only to hover like smoke - opaque for seconds then gone .
Fleeting in our meeting - brief pirouette of joy .
Before my return to melancholia.
I know I shall return to stillness - it's just a breath away .