is this racket necessary?

a few words on THIS MOMENT

life is picking up

and when things speed up 

the delicate strands of sound, of feeling, of ease 

get knotted together

and make a racket

sitting out this morning

the noise in my head begins to soften

every moment of stillness untangles the strands 

eyes close

next, something magical

a rhythmic flutter of wings as a bird flies by

the singular, soothing engine of a plane streaking the sky

the warm breeze on my cheeks, the sweet green smell it carries

all at once, i drop in, release and see 

that all that racket was a sham made real by my knotting mind

is the noise necessary, is it helpful?

the magic flutter of life awaits...

N A T A L I E