Unhurried at that height…

yet, determined –

lifting up

it enters into that light,

connecting to other pieces

of the day.

A Temporal Bloom

Within that traipse of time.

In That Depth Of Time

A placid viewer.

Wound Round Its Movement

Finding in it something I loved…

Something About It

It slows me down –

that same burst of yellow

emanating from the sun.

Defined In Its Own Way

The question of it

seen as it is seen in
its ease of quiet.

A String Of Birds

Sometimes for days 

anchored firmly

to that part of the sky

a string of birds.

Far And Away

Above the water

hearts pound in song

and as the beat rises

constructively it endures.

Turning Backward

If you see it – a place I know,

be still,

considering its slight tug of silence.

The Places We Go

The light is here – is there,

painted into the places we go.

It makes no secret of it.

Such As It Was

Yesterday.

A Moment Preserved

Just like that

it is ours

for a while…

Something Unexpressed Remains

The Privacy Of A Moment

To go beyond that.

The Sounds Of Silence