Internal focus
Words illusive pass through me.
Relish summer rain.
Distance staring is not a sport and distracted patterns won’t sew a quilt
Odd daze filtered sun
Cries for the wrongs not yet wrung.
Bright moon sky flips tale.
Sometimes all it takes is a walk outside for a bit of perspective adjustment.
Ever changing world,
only the past remains still.
Cloudy days do heal.
MKat Reclamations 