Air Of Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting in an office, fearing talking at times when memories
take hold and won't let go.

Looking out a window high enough to see sky and tops of trees,
a window opened to my soul.

Searching the atmosphere with an imaginative eye, blocking
out what is going on or being said within the room.

Floating away on clouds of thought, able to stray from the
task at hand.

Mind soaring, bounding outside the reality of the room,
leaving behind the pain and sorrow held tightly within a
body, transporting it's being out of doors.

Light beautifully flowing through, looking back, seeing the
saddened self, sitting in a chair, talking to no one.

Still posing as a statue while floating on air of imagination,
way out there somewhere beyond the window.