The prompt for today is to write a poem about a moment.
Stand still within this single moment,
inhabit this room in the house of time
encroached upon by other rooms,
as water approaches an islet in a stream,
or grasses lap against a meadow rock:
a gathered space around which
other spaces gather,
a struck bell,
a plucked string.
And breathe it in.
1. The gold that leaked between the layers of cloud this morning just after sunrise.
4. Stepping into myself–this is one job I never seem to finish. I guess that’s part of the human journey of becoming.
5. Baby bats
May we walk in Beauty!