Clouded

Every night I walk outside.

The fresh air touches my skin,

thick and warm,

as if to hold me in it’s arms,

but without restraint,

without holding me back.

We are often told,

to stop and smell the roses,

to listen for the grasshoppers,

and to feel our fingers,

brushing against the earth.

We are reminded to take a moment,

to pause,

to ponder,

to take it all in,

but only in the present.

I’ve been so busy,

trying to look here, look down,

to look all around.

But I can’t remember the last time,

that I looked up.

For the first time in a long time,

I look up at the clouds.

They’ve always been there.

But somehow I had forgotten,

that they are moving 

While it may be swell,

to pause,

to ponder,

to take it all in,

to breathe in moment,

We mustn’t forget,

that just like the clouds,

our time is still moving.

And just like the clouds,

this too,

shall pass.