Sparse Time
miniscule buds popping up
yet they never make a whisper
ants trotting in a line
rarely seen through my eyes
air flowing past my lips
all without
a single acknowledgement through the process
countless lives wandering the universe
functioning all around
so much to be seen
with sparse time
and not enough senses
to experience all
in a single lifetime
Copyright © Emily Hinchman | Year Posted 2014
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