Touching Earth

You stayed high and out of reach,

Allowing gliding forests,

Clouds of leafy canopies

Massaging your stationary feet,

To flow beneath.

The noon unleashed  

Served as your bright corsage,

So near the rising sun,

You glowed poetic glory.

I, amazed, could hardly manage speech.

You dropped your toes

Upon the earth

And let it whirl

Away with you,

Another in the crowd

Once shining down the sky,

The epic wondrous story 

Stopped forever.

Goodbye.

- 3/27/25