Sutta by the Sea

I hung back at the bus stop.
No reason.
The rain - no - only a drizzle
Changed it for me.
A chill swooshed in
Mist diffused across my path
And every time it breezed
It diffused some more.

My steps slowed
The angst subsided
Like a puddle dousing a match.
The eyes began to look tonight
At colour like colour was never before.
My feet felt winged
A floating plane ashore
Like the sea itself
Asking for more.

1 comment:

Nothingman said...


funny who can see what from the space in time aint it?