A double etheree for Colleen’s free word choice syllabic poetry challenge.
I wander lonely, not as a cloud
with billows of company, crowds
of water wisps and bird wings,
but as only I can,
no touch but the wind,
beneath my feet
damp grass, lush,
a red berry, Mars—
sky enfolds this capsule
of bright woven life-tangle,
where each destiny walks alone;
we reach for stars to find only thorns.