I sit still, let the distractions find me,
move in, exhaust their lease,
and leave me behind
Breathing in, breathing out.
* * *
Seeking refuge from strong winds
I watch my breathe rise and fall.
From the plaster wall I face
An owl casts a stern gaze over his hooked beak.
I am not concerned, and he flies away.
1 comment:
I like the way your new background complements this piece... had me looking for the owl. Interesting idea, that if you let them, distractions will pass; whatever is essential will stick around...
Post a Comment