The Waiver

In this quiet afternoon, the air waivers
The hum from the sky and clatter from below
And the air waivers

Can my mind call to you, to reach you
In that space between the noise and the air?
In the vibration left from a note of music
That carries on into the immensity.
Can my thoughts reach you, there in the waiver?

A tingle touched my flesh
a breeze responded to my whisper.
Is that you in the waiver?

Do you live there now,
in that space between the noise and the air,
You were that note of music
Between my breath and infinity.
Are you there, in the waiver?

"Cliff" Photograph by Lottie Williams