Monday, October 12, 2015

good space

a space of quietness and beauty

Between wind gusts,
when treetops bend back up out of their sway;

Between waking and sleeping,
Between the last rush-of-tires down the pavement,
And the next...

Between the thought of a tulip, and the plan for the next chore to do

Between light and dark
miss the mark
an Indian canoe made out of bark --
When day breaks, orange and stark

And you have free time and  peace