poets watch the clouds.
Seeing More – Discoveries?
i watch the clouds drifting slowly by
the trees trembling so slightly
bending, leaning, straightening
i watch the sun dry the deck, little by little warming the wood where my dog sleeps at my feet
I watch my breathing exhaling gently expanding and open to possibilities and inhaling what is, what might be
I watch the possibilities turn my thoughts to dreams and images and stay with my breath
I watch the breeze bring in serenity, clarity, and peace by just being,
by just being
-Esther Louie
[photo by Esther Louie]