When You Finally Get A Glimpse Of Time
I'm writing this for you. It may not help.
The sky holds everything and nothing.
Clouds coming and going in an instant.
I look and look again. It's been years.
A picture in my mind of a place I once
lived. Fragments. Pollen on a journey
that can't be stopped. Not one thing
more important than another. So close,
I almost missed what you had chosen.
this is 67:3
great title. i like this a lot. it reads as simple, almost throwaway, but it’s rather complete and whole.