september stillness

i pause

from all the racing, running

wildness of my world

and catch a glimpse

of more 

than shimmering leaves

that flutter and wave

to catch a fragment

of my 

always divided

attention

it's like they know

i'd be sad to miss the show

and that would be easy 

on these days when it 

seems 

i 

miss 

more 

than 
i 

  notice

so i stop and sit and stare

    (can eyes drink in a view?) 

and since a poem 

might distract

like

words

sometimes 

do

i open the page

to sketch

what i'm aching

to really see

that my life is vast

and deep and flowing 

with countless

moments

of 

grace

that have 

my attention.

words and images © copyright Melody Armstrong 2014