Sometimes I must be still.
Letting worry slowly subside.
Sometimes I have to sit in twilight.
Listening to the swelling silence.
Sometimes I need to not need.
Floating in the quiet darkness.
Sometimes I drift along with the wind.
Watching the clouds move across the dimming sky.
Sometimes I am simply here.
Basking in the joys of life.
Copyright 2015 by Stephen B. Bagley. All rights reserved.