Lost here with thoughts of wind,
And words floating,
Swimming.
The world passes by.
This is the place where it pauses:
A refuge from the storm.
Here the wind slows
Until it stops and is no more.
A place where I can watch and wonder:
Caillte until the wind starts again.
M. McMurray 13/8/2013
* Caillte is the Irish word for 'lost'
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