Motionless Feeling

I like motion
and a slight pushing on my chest.
Traveling by car for days,
getting turned, and tossed
and losing direction for brief
moments.
I like the feeling of a stream flowing
against me,
pushing its currents relentlessly.
I like when I lie on my back
and its only stars I see.
When the corners of my vision flicker
and twinkle.
I like reading outside with the animals
and laying motionless in water,
floating ideas away
in this still bliss.
Finding a quiet place for thoughts
so I can return to the deeper
parts of who I am inside.
I like cherry pie and cinnamon rolls
across state lines for breakfast,
and sharp conversations before sleep.
I like when my bed is cold as a tombstone
and when the steam from my tea
curls towards me.
I like honey
and small towns with people that stare and drizzle openly,
and their cozy graveyards to linger in.
I like moving fast and motion,
the dirt between my toes,
and the earth beneath my feet.
It is the only way to calm my spirit.
I feel the moons phasing and the changing of seasons.
I am human and maybe I can help you
keep feeling
as the world keeps turning
and we appreciate just being.