A Moment

Who stops to look up at the stars anymore anyway? Lately, I find myself doing that more and more. It seems my head is always in the clouds. My way of stopping to smell the roses, I guess. It feels like a stolen moment that brings me to a place of wonder. If only for a moment.

Then I step back into my reality.

 

a full moon’s

hidden agenda,

rising tides

Pat R

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge where the prompt is the theme of “Finding Clarity”

&

dVerse Poets Pub where  Merril is hosting Poetics   and the prompt is “Impermanence”