Mist
This morning I left for work ten minutes early.
The mist and the silence it brought greeted me
at my doorstep.
Birds softly chirped hidden within the woods,
and I had enough time to stand still and listen
to them and them alone.
Forgotten was the last time
I had allowed myself a margin of time
to stop and notice a moment like this.
Moments otherwise missed fumbling keys,
slinging bag over shoulder and locking door,
hoping for the right clock numbers upon arrival.
I could use the right type of distraction;
where a chirp comes from the forest
instead of my phone.
vcD,
-R
