Tuesday, October 21, 2014

snapshot



captured stillness
echoes of childhood trapped in the morning's pulse
from the open window comes 
a breeze from 1964 
stirrring my freckled pale arm 
suddenly ...
am ageless;
socks soft upon carpet 
mindful of my wakefulness 
light lies upon gray 
soft 
fluid 
the rustle of leaves timbres 
still ageless 
and amazed ... 
that this is life 
just this one moment:
soft, gray
with senses buzzed by the light of always 

2 comments:

  1. You had me from the picture on this one...I almost knew I was going to love this even before I read it. Simplistic and fresh!

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