Becoming

Becoming

Becoming

The most charming and glorious of mornings,
hosting the showman of the skies,
came swelling up over the horizon
draped in colours softly bold.
Coming up one side of the humpback bridge
I came down the other into white smoke,
the mists of daybreak.
I just wanted to leave my car
to float off on these wafting, bubbilicious clouds.
Like a joyfilled, childlike explorer
I would become one with these silent sylphs
moving through the morning air….
breathing and blending,
beautifully emergent into day.

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