Somehow, I forgot that sometimes
Being made to wait is a gift,
An opportunity to stop in
A world that is always moving.

But then I remembered
The bliss of temporary solitude
And the beauty of still night air
That is secretly swirling with mist
Revealed only by lamplight.

Today has not been what
I would have chosen, and yet
It contained moments of joy
Just the same. They are always
There when I remember to look,
When I remember to feel,
When I do not allow disappointment
To close my heart.

02/15/2025

Posted on 09/07/2025
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