Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Stimmung

You could say
soul
—or spirit

but really
consciousness

is clouds—

light 
and variable—high 

and trembling—in 
sympathy 
with their environment;

impinged upon
by pressure—so soft 
and permanent

that they don't 
even notice—

it's never not there.

Try
as it might
to just 
float by—always  
enveloped—

by some type 
of mood.