My Away

I couldn’t capture it before my commute, 

as the morning’s minutes ticked me to late; 

I wanted to bundle up the leftovers

from a few years ago, some squandered

or unwanted from another day, but time 

cannot be kept like a savings account.  

It swept me past noon, and as so many 

days before, I forgot to eat, or chose 

not to eat, coffee my only lunch, 

but it is the moments I crave, a little breeze 

under the limbs of a favorite tree, sitting 

on a smooth rock, and time stops, for just

the littlest bit, and I can hear God.

—C.L. Fisher, August 2020

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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