Where Would I Go

Where would I go if not right here with little to show, while at my laptop pondering the view. Sometimes, I get so busily obsessed with by want of writing I am possessed, so oblivious of nature that I forget to see. The world outside my window filled with life and song not innuendo and a garden growing fast before too long. If life overtakes me I would be forever in regret I missed the wonders of a songbird's quintet that disappears and fades as the day progressed. But blessed I am by some inner call that begs me look and enjoy the beauty of it all from the garden growing in the timeline of my life. So for the moment, however brief walk the garden, breathe, smell the roses like a thief as time passes and may never be caught again.