wondering: a poem.

as the bus rumbles

my eyes

drink

the clouds

painted by

golden hour

there's a

house

all alone

in a field

of wintered grain

we pass by

quickly

on an empty

road

a dog

and its owner

surrounded

by the peace of

space

setting sunshine

plays hide and

seek

with poetry

pages resting

on my legs

the flaming star

now

a magical spotlight

showcasing sleeping

branches and

reflecting ponds

we arrive

on top of the hill

cars pass

their drone

a lullaby

to my

hurting heart

when

dusk arrives

music seems

to seep from

the sky

i wonder

how a soul

could see this world

and not believe

in

its Maker.

xo, kate <3