Gentle landing
Water hardly detected it presence,
only a perceived pressure.Natural to its course
it integrated the ever so tender caress
in artistry, replica of peaceful agreement.Voracious search for ownership, purpose,
to examine only if one chose.It wasn’t a brick of clay dropped into the day,
just an existence deeply rooted, without roots.Not a temporal smirk flirting
but a seeing through the glass.mute
unencumbered
float
Author’s Note:
This from Systhesis/A Collage Journey with Jenafer Joy at http://www.inspiriediquiries.com – Lesson Four – Word Spelunking