There are times I have no words To send drifting down this river. But instead I turn within, and Find myself ruminating In its understated beauty.
Laying atop, sinking in To these soft covers Velvety fur caresses my skin Watching the world Stand still. A dark thump Hits hard and falls. The nothingness That stands in its way Reflecting light Bouncing Shapes That define something That is never Really There. How many looking glasses Stand in our way Of moving forward … Continue reading My Tiny Window – November 22, 2019