For The Sunday Whirl – Whirl #323
and Poets United: Poetry Pantry #376
In Present Moments
No longer limber enough to walk
shoreline. Sigh at my inability to toss
a pebble into cold morning mist, or hear
the chime of it‘s landing on ground or water.
Try my best not to pine about what is past,
instead, see it as a signal to mimic the sky,
revealing it’s reality in an ever-changing
panoramic of simply being in present moments.
Elizabeth Crawford 10/29/2017
Notes: Haven’t been writing much for several months. Thought I’d try again, so kept it short and simple. Image is an old photograph that mirrors my present being about the world around me.