the Wait.
On occasion. I find myself listening to the wind as it plays through trees.
Breath baited as though it might reveal answers to questions;
give solutions to problems I've squarely fumbled.
There are moments where I find myself studying the moon.
Staring up at the luminous, full orb with the same
curiosity countless others have too shared, some centuries ago.
Breath baited as though it might reveal answers to questions;
give solutions to problems I've squarely fumbled.
There are moments where I find myself studying the moon.
Staring up at the luminous, full orb with the same
curiosity countless others have too shared, some centuries ago.