Anti-Gravity

Every day I need to spend A little time with my soul Connect with that inner space When the world intrudes with Scissors knifing through a Hitchcock curtain The interior is forever Impartial and wise Knowing the secret of mountain and stream The streak of a star across the sky In the silence of still moment Air in and out The breath of life, immortal and sure All that seems monumental Becomes suddenly Unreal. ~ Laurence Overmire (Previously published in Report From X-Star 10, Indelible Mark Publishing,2009; Modern Poetry, Anthology of Modern & Contemporary Poetry, Writers & Artists Publishing, NY,2015)