Poetry: Catching a Glimpse by Mark Tulin

 

Multitasking and running on autopilot,

my mind gets caught between gears.

Up a snowy incline, down a slick road,

bubble gum stuck to my soles.

Sometimes I lose track

of the years that just passed,

muted by life’s frantic pace,

moments that race by like speeding trains.

But when I take time to stay, to open my eyes in quiet,

I catch a glimpse of the palm trees, feel the fresh breeze

and experience the changing skies.

©️MFT