My moments have been prevalent,

the sea of misunderstanding

rampant in my daily world,

a constant in my will to aspire.

I’ve thought about those outcomes,

when premonition is tangible.

I’ve imagined so many visions,

when silence can be so powerful.

Somewhere in literature lays a claim

of independence from needing to speak.

We can be quiet in the midst of change,

always cognizant of precious passion.

I wonder about life sometimes,

knowing with this gracious heart,

I’m not alone.