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”
