It was supposed to have a comical theme. I am not laughing.
It always reminds me how much time is wasted.
What fills me up?
Nothing I have experimented with fills me completely.
I come very close at times.
When I am too absorbed in the joy of living to think about any supposed lack or unquenchable thirst. When I am laughing. When I am in love.
When I watch the autumn breeze carry the crisp leaves in the wind.
When I hear the foliage break beneath my intrusive boots.
The brittle beautiful things of nature that they are, that we are.
When I feel that connection to the wind that carries them.
When I breath in that breeze and my lungs fill up.
The solid ground beneath my feet.
I am an extension of the earth. A branch whistling, we are linked. We live.
I love the floating and gliding through the air.
We are dancing when I feel as weightless as them, only sometimes.
As if on cue.