
pausing in passing
a moment seems a lifetime
unspoken dialogue

pausing in passing
a moment seems a lifetime
unspoken dialogue

life and death drama
each time we go to the park
not a holiday

where the cocoons spin
suspended from unseen thread
we follow the breeze

the views which we hold
an amalgram of what’s real
and what’s reflected
recognizing where we stand
helps decipher what we see