We as humans are always in a hurry. It is to easy just to get in the car and drive 1/4 mile to the store for a piece of candy or a bag of chips. We miss too much in our haste.

The Bane of My Existence

 I missed it

That one thing years ago

or

was it just this morning?

I can not remember what it was

or when or where

 it happened

I try to remember…

Was it the child at play

building sandcastle dreams

in the front yard sand box?

 

Or,

was it the car being packed for

the child's first trip to

college?

It may have been the hawk

sitting upon the

neighbors fence awaiting

dinner
 

Was it the rainbow that

touched the farmers field

at the scarecrows feet?

  

These are but a few things

I may have missed

as I sped past,

going no where fast,

upon the blacktop,

in my car…

The bane of my existence

 

I think I shall walk more

 ccd 01-27-16