Pendulums Swing

Pendulums Swing

I’m sitting on a bench in Chile

there is the softest wind rolling past

in this moment my skin feel like a Forest

with the trees; my hairs standing on end,

I’m staring at a mountain which must be

one of the oldest things I have ever seen

In this moment I feel, still

like a mirror held to a vast expanse

there is something in the air

that I breathe here

or there is something in this moment

that I witnessed there

if I could harness this, feeling of inspiration

I would carry it wherever I go

I could ride this wave

to feel static on a pendulums swing

and to feel as though I’m soaring through the air

whilst rooted to the ground like a tower of rock

this ball of vitality would be something

but nothing more than a memoryO T Wellswood