Sway

A lock of hair

Is thrown,

Released into the air.

Strands scatter in the breeze

And for a moment

There is clarity:

We don't know

Where each string will land

Amidst the random.

But we sit back

And observe the particles

Coil in whirlwinds.

Blessed to witness them

Contract and expand

Through indefinite tangents.



Night comes too soon

And we can't see

The released balloons anymore..

Come tomorrow

They may not be where we left them.

And Love may regress

Into sorrow.



I've watched the beauty

Of spores manifesting

From dust.

And seen the lust for their newfound form

Dissolve them away.

I smile:

It never matters

How deep into invisibility

They scatter,

So long

As they came out to play.



It will all come around:

Life is made right

By its limitless sway...

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