what a luxury
and honor i feel it is
to bear witness———
the most mundane of events
The clouds shifting while I stand in a parking lot
Nudging me with the reminder of passing moments
The leaves on trees, still, and yet?
They seem to have a desperate desire to offer us a hand painted image of God
And a squirrel,
Slowly climbing up a tree
With a knowing (nothingness) and innocence I have found myself fondly, and frequently praying for ;;;;
Welcome to the void(voice) 