Still Motion

I was driving the everyday drive, and passing the time by looking at the sky. There was a joy of realising that I was so small, and the sky and beyond so big. Up there, people were flying to work, holidaying, or visiting friends and families in far away lands. I had one of those moments, I mentioned before, where I realised how lucky I was to be alive, and able to appreciate life teeming all around, the expanse of the universe, the miniscule atoms unseen... I was here, now, and though I would some day be gone, I had my place. And I could still make a difference:

[Poem Still Motion removed for publishing Aug 2017]