by Alicja Kuberska
Life happened to me.
With a gift of knowing the good with the bad.
I can capture fleeting thoughts
And stop time with a word.
The everyday delights
Bringing great mysteries.
Constant wonder is my lot.
I marvel how green are the leaves
And how many sounds
Are concealed in the throats of birds.
To examine the shapes and colors of clouds,
To feel the menace of lightning.
It is a pity to waste any minute
On senseless sorrows.
I have a one-way ticket
Last updated May 24, 2015