rain day

kept in by a rain day.

the current book i'm reading,

today's words i'm writing,

it's dry glue on stiff, old paper adhering my attention.

yet i'll chance a drift to places i've been,

this swell time for drifting,

words of songs i've written float in and out of focus,

along side dear friends.

now this gives me pause.

how pleasant words can be,

jarring memories that hold sweetness.

the flapping wings of a large goose or pheasant

rising from a field, soaring, thump, thump,thump, close by overhead.

i am startled and pleased by the action.

Veering low and off, i feel the wind.

how quickly gone. 

and a smile remains on my face.

a frozen second of good time.