intangible

Unfurl, drop.
Sensation to the fingertips,
wiggle them, shake off the
feeling from your head,
shoulders roll,
mind, all clear.

Step past the object,
light to start, now
the wind slowly picks up,
float forward, all that
muck starts its buzzing about
and slowly the pace quickens
to a trot, head shaking
away the wasps of muck,
biting at skin.

hone in, quicken the pace,
leaving that point behind,
for miles of moments,
disappear, the desert ahead,
lightning sloth,
cowboy free.

and..

the weight resurrects and
the trot slows, stop,
catch a breath.

Now, unfurl, drop.