A collection of poems written at random times doing a random thing

Retreat

As the foggy moutain becomes clearer
I began to see a new face that I've never seen
It called upon me as you would a child
A whipser through the wind
A flutter in the air
And I listened and waited
To what it had to tell me.
Deep within it said this:
Let go.

A connection

You only exists through wires and waves,
Yet you are very much alive,
As is the flower that blooms on a spring day.
As is the calf, just born in golden meadows.
As are the cubs playing in the forest.
And on any given day, I can reach out to you,
And on any given time, you will reach back.
Mediated through wires and waves,
A connection is made.