Thoughts jump, twirl, spin through my mind
Coming again and again, like passengers on the morning
and evening trains, passing by, staring, going nowhere
Breathing in....I come back to now
Breathing out....I watch them pass again
Knowing they are not real.
I stand with both feet planted on the earth
look up at the clear sky
watch a bluebird as the sun's rays
turn her wings cobalt blue
I am here
The passengers keep floating by
like a movie in my head
back to my breath
they vanish in the mist
Deby White Jizi c2011
