
pausing in passing
a moment seems a lifetime
unspoken dialogue

pausing in passing
a moment seems a lifetime
unspoken dialogue
not earth shattering
yellow flowers on hillside
being who they are
the wind on the face
sweeping between the houses
cold front moving through

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

coming up for air
where did all the people go
wholeness with each breath