How sweet it is,
The idea of uncertainty,
The mere thoughts that lead me back and forth,
to the future, from the past,

One thing is certain, it is the brush of warmth,
on my face, on  my lips from the spring wind
that carries me even further into thought,

As I sit still, the calm comes to rise and my love for life seeps through.
Grateful to even have this moment, all of these moments.

AHarris2015