I’m waxing a little poetic today. Maybe I’ve been inspired by all of the rain from Joaquin – or maybe I’m just feeling reflective at the start of a new month.
I’m not much of a poet, but if my fictitious “poet hat” is insisting that I wear it, then who am I to refuse? I could be having a bad hair day and not even know it. Maybe it’s time to take a look in the mirror.
one to twelve, one to twelve
time trudges on
while we’re left blinded by the headlights of passing cars
trying to blink the dazzling spots away
as we furiously commit to memory every detail of that single, fleeting glimpse
forgetting to bathe and dance in the last few radiant beams
that come before goodbye
Have a beautiful (and safe!) weekend,