4.24.2018
Slow Down
Eight years
meanders like riverbends
then soars
ever cloudward
peeking shoulderwise
Everyone blinks how
we arrived at this place
damply imagining
what lofty follies might follow
at such heights
The Runaway Sentence is eight years old today! Happy Birthday, Girl!
Sharing on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden, where many friends are writing a poem each day in April to celebrate poetry month. I’ve been a little sad about not being up to the challenge this year, finding my time spent almost entirely in the work and family realms. But that’s okay. My kids are growing up fast, like this here little blog. Time flies even when it crawls.