Morning observations rarely register
as we wake and wander our way
through infant hours.
It takes a moment for
the mind to come alive while
the gravity of the day settles in.
We fail to notice little things,
considerably more substantial days ago,
perhaps once meaningful or spiritual,
now displaced as the second hand
of the wristwatch sweeps onward.
Afford yourself opportunity
to be distracted by butterflies, soon
a scent of lilacs, freesia, even the taste of
spring rain or requisite morning coffee.
In days so rent with common
occurrences, look beyond
what is there.
04/02/2024 j.g.l.
cloud songs
Posted on March 15, 2024 by j.g.lewis
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We look for, or expect,
movement naturally happening
in this day-to-day existence.
We experience what we
permit ourselves to see.
Sometimes it is not much,
or we fail to believe the
incremental, gradual,
gentle wisps of progress.
It is all right there,
if you choose to look up.
03/15/2024 j.g.l.