Short Minutes

When a thought comes to mind I listen,

sometimes drawn quickly into doubt,

sometimes words are so misleading.

I’ll measure my energy with a mood.

How do thoughts determine my day?

Now, without speaking my resonate

nature of the words out loud,

I’ll seek some solace in guidance.

I’ll measure my words with time.

A reflection, an experience, a rain,

credence is of the nature of tears.

I’ll whisper to you if listening,

yet rather, I might simply breathe.