micropoem for the day: in a rush

Sometimes accidents happen. And sometimes those accidents lead to pure pleasure. The alarm did not wake me. I jump out of bed with only a shorter than usual time. Rush, rush, rush. Feed the cat, gobble down breakfast, shower, fix the lunch and more rush, rush, rush. Trying to make up time, I should know that never will happen. I’m going to be late and there’s nothing I can do about it. But I am frantic anyway. Then, of a sudden, it happens. I spill the cat’s water dish. 

spilled water glistening
a mirror full of sunlight
takes the breath away

micropoem for the day: many lives

Modern life takes us on one long ride. We rush from one world to another as our heads spin just to keep up. And little time for ourselves. Unless we are in our cars and driving from here to there. On the long shuttles, we blast ourselves out with the music from iTunes or Spotify or we listen to some radio commentator blab blab blab, telling us what we should think. Instead of taking advantage of those moments of peace and quiet.

shuttling from life to life,
work, friends, church,
each life a map
returns me to myself.