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.
05/02/2024 j.g.l.
unrelenting rhythm
The spectre itself invades the mind,
an illusion of sorts, within time
finding place on the page.
Wonders never cease, not in
the unrelenting rhythm or melody
in a surge of words.
As if there is always a place
for dialogue or description
which beckons a state of grace.
Unsupported, at times, by
ulterior motives or unfulfilled
intentions from days or years
gone by, the presence of a mind
undeterred or oblivious to the
surrounding space.
And if allowed, a personal choice,
you will surface, undefeated,
above the noise.
04/07/2021 j.g.l.