Post on 10-Mar-2016
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I stop. I look.
As I walk I count my steps,
Each step carefully placed so as not to slip on
the sodden ground,
One. Two. Three & counting
A gold and amber carpet of leaves coats the
pavement,
I stop. I look.
Innocent raindrops patter onto
stone pavements
Then gurgle into thirsty drains
What have I missed in my day to day?
Those minutes wasted on the constant search to organise,
Organise and search for a better living
Why don’t we live the moments of our time and space?
I stop. I stare
I watch the grey matted clouds heave into one another
Whilst the sun fights to the front for a moments attention
Life is lost on minutes planned.
I feel the wind of anxious people
rushing past
Organising, planning,
deadlines, planning,
future planning