How My Life Passes

I bow my head to breathe,
only for a moment,
raise it and the light has changed.

This is how my life passes;
moments of inspiration
in the midst of the movement of seasons.

The cardinal forages at dawn
at the base of the maple tree
before singing in the branches above.

A daughter in search of a dream
adventures off to Africa,
never to return home again.

One poet writes about moving
"in the along" whereas I seek
for a place in the in-between.

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