No matter how much swirling

you can feel the weft and woof.  And isn't the warp beautiful.  Makes me think, what is the sentence under my feet.  Yes, every carpet holds language; every step picks up and puts down a word.  Gives new meaning to magical carpet, don't you think?

The trees are beginning to look like sails

in the company

of fish scales.

Still,

there is an eye

to all of this.

And something/

someone

made the swirling

happen.  No doubt,

breath

of some

sort.