A Quiet Mind

Poem By Ayn Timmerman

Lift up the cover and look
at the things scattering,
hidden, secret things;
the way insects
search for escape
when rocks are upturned.

This is not a quiet mind.

Once,
I thought that I may have seen
the door that a few things
do manage to slip away,
right on through.

But there is still time,
I have to believe,
to share vital information
that could change
worlds,
lives,
and history.

That is precisely why
I refuse to carry a watch.

Comments about A Quiet Mind

Me too. best care.
Ayn, The first stanza - very evocative. Brings images to the mind. I could almost smell the earth, could almost see little creatures scurrying around when I read it. Nice piece. Take care


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