Time and its relativity are clear now.
The animals and I keep a same schedule, and like them,
I believe I still matter. Hours are meaningful
Although they carry no cash.
Instead of colleagues, I converse with a cold front.
Clouds dash by at a pace I
Don’t know. Underneath, fears lap like
a flooding creek. I let them go;
tossing pieces of grass with gravity.
Time is stretched by gratitude.
I no longer rush. Let’s throw a ball
for the dog. I choose my adventures and
look up when I like.
There is space to expand and contract. To be.
We are now our own universe.
Tomorrow, a concept, just out of reach.
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Awesome Jody!
You are so very accomplished! I love your
work. Try to keep writing. I’m finding it
difficult to paint now, I too am trying to write. The operative word is trying. Hahahaha
I wish I had your talent! Love you sweet lady!
Stay safe❣️❣️🙏😘
Thank you so much, Char !!! ❤ Really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment! I can't wait to read some of your work too 🙂 That's a not so subtle hint! Love you too!