GIVE ME A MOMENT

Give me a moment
to stop and think
or not to think,
perhaps just to
be.
Basking briefly in
the afterwards,
sulking silently in
the moment gone,
echoing endlessly
the quiet nothing
that is the breeze
through the trees
and the smiling man
pedaling past.

Give me a moment
to stop and be
or not to be,
perhaps just to
think.
Beautiful thoughts,
a mind rambling at
will through today
tomorrow and yesterday,
skittish ideas
of happiness and
forever and peace,
caught in the eye
of the smiling man
pedaling past.

by Cathleen Treacy on Sunday, September 15, 2013

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