Feeling grateful after I finished a major project for her, my supervisor (bless her heart) told me to spend the afternoon doing whatever I wanted with my time. No surprise, I chose to write. Posed at the keyboard and ready for whatever topic entered my mind, I felt a bit of lingering sadness in the air from the conversations surrounding the Las Vegas tragedy earlier in the week. Thinking about this and other situations that have no answer for the “Why?” question, the following poem came to me. Being inspired to write poetry is rare for me, and what I compose I rarely share. Yet as the words poured out on the paper, they soothed me, so I felt the urge to post.
Peaceful weekend, everyone.