In this space, my form.
Inhale ~ pause ~ exhale.
My moment, that's all.
Close by bumble-bee locked in buzz pollination. Its moment, that's all.
Mid-distant birds swoop upon windwoosh air currents. Their moment, that's all.
Far-off faux hornet, motorcyclist races time. His moment, that's all.
Beyond orbs, dark space. Airless, lightless, void between. Our moments are all.
Sarah Potter Writes 