The sun sets on another day…
Sunset was pretty dern white. The snow continued to fall and there was no quarter given, no chance of escaping the wind and wailing wisps of winter. Still, it was pretty awesome out. (and pepper loves it)
I wrote in a workshop today and wanted to share a small bit of a poem.
Perhaps
perhaps they missed the plush chair reflected in the background waiting to be sat in
perhaps they missed the two statuesque ghosts floating carefully to their side watching all that they did
perhaps they missed the infinite panes of glass behind them watching like silent Sentinels
perhaps they missed the cascading steps going everywhere and nowhere
perhaps they missed the art behind them by a forever artist forgotten for never more
perhaps they missed the winning hand held high with the ace in the hole
perhaps they missed the spectacular artwork lost in the shadows everywhere
perhaps they missed the empty road, Beckoning for drivers
we all take a moment and focus on something but as we are focused on something how can we not be aware of more
The is the question. From a single picture do we see the world? From a storm do we see the beauty? It is still there.
So as the sun sets on another day, take a moment and look at the world and stop looking for the slices but instead look for a little more. It is there waiting for you if you’ll take a chance. I know I constantly look for the whole picture and hope the world will be a better place, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and I am the storm…