High Sea, Still Waters

Open the door and the breeze stirs your hair,
take a few steps forward and the air whistles in your ears,
I walk through a changeable day with clouds chasing neighbors,
squinting wherever I look as the sun pierces its cover,
and then the sky is blue, and the light is contrasted by a new found chill.

O how I long for atmospheric visions,
wandering with a staff to uphold me as I sway side to side,
drinking the navy blue and enjoying the fragrance of the healthy green,
fighting for focus and chewing my thoughts with savor and leisurely deliberation,
captain sail on, and on, and on.