Enter into breathing time
Stuff may rise and fall.
It’s not our place to make it stop
Nor can we have it all.
It may not make a lot of sense.
You may wonder why.
Sparkle while you have the chance.
Decades wander by.
Written for dVerse Quadrille #19 hosted by WhimsyGizmo with the prompt “spark”.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 