Losing Concentration
In the middle of thought,
A bug appears in my tea
I watch how it swirls around in circles
Creating patterns in the liquid,
Catching the colours
Of the world around it.
I look outside To see the reflection
And find a dove Watching me from the window.
What was I thinking
Before I got distracted?
The dove takes flight And disappears.
I look in my tea;
Still as the air.
No bug to be seen.
Now what was I thinking?
Copyright © Heather Rodwell | Year Posted 2015
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