The storm front surges from the horizon.
The rainfall swirls in its blustery wake.
Is my life in twilight or yet to dawn in full?
My frail perspective casts shadows of doubt.
Waiting is an elegant discipline of self-control.
Emminently practical, it reaps the rewards of patience.
The tape dispenser stares at me, taunting and teasing.
It dares me to gather a strip of tape for no useful purpose.
I closed my eyes to listen to the silence but I almost forgot
to open them again, so taken was I by the moment of refrain.
19 March 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
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