Noticing is inspiring.
Perhaps it’s only inspiring
when you’re really noticing
all lives living.
Noticing the homeless man who soundly sits
on his makeshift chair,
hood on his lowered head,
hands in his tattered pockets,
eyes peeking in intervals
inspired by … I’m not sure.
And, I look around to notice
what he might be noticing.
Noticing the tuxedo cat who soundly sleeps
under the porch’s rocking chair,
black hair swallowing winter’s sunrays,
snores rumbling the still air,
eyes peeking in intervals
inspired by … I’m not sure.
And, I look around to notice
what she might be noticing.
Noticing the goddess elder who soundly saunters
toward the moment’s wave,
walker’s wheels strumming,
pristine pink outfit shimmering,
eyes peeking in intervals
inspired by … I’m not sure.
And, I look around to notice
what she might be noticing.
Noticing is inspiring.
Perhaps it’s only inspiring
when you’re really noticing
all lives living.
What are you noticing?
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About the Creator
Jessica Amber Barnum (Jess)
I’m a Teacher & Writer. I also help people design and self-publish books. May we all thrive in the scribe tribe vibe! www.OmSideOfThings.com
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