in and out of thin air
out of thin air you arrive
like a meadowhawk
in a muted brook
solitarily going about her day
there are no answers here
this much you know
skipping from place to place
your restless soul frozen in time
though your departure
may go unnoticed
mother earth will remember
your presence remains extant
july two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
Wondered if this poem was about a bird, a person or a human soul, which would live in the memories of mother nature long after it is gone. Soulful poem and liked the words, ‘muted brook…’
thank you very much for sharing your thoughts here friend 🙂
You are welcome. Always a pleasure to visit your blog.