Random thoughts

 

Dust dancing,
still, alone, silent,
glittering above,
reflecting below.

A moment of stillness,
when breath is held and
emotion chokes my throat in awe
leaving a feeling like indigestion.

Anything could happen now,
when I can hear the music –
the music that is the wind
that blows the dust from my mood.

We Write Poems suggested we clear out our desktop of all those scraps of  odd lines waiting to be used and make them into a poem.  I went to my Unfinished Poems file
and concocted this from a few disconnected scribbles with the odd line added.