A relaxed state of knowing
My body slides in to the chair, an inexplicably comfortable intuition
One of the legs seems to wobble, maybe the floor just isn’t a fit?
Perhaps, this imperfection is simply a reminder that imperfect is the right fit?
This is where I am to be seated, a moment in time
1:11 as I glance at my watch
Sensual aromatics, freshly ground coffee and spiced tea drift across my senses, memories warming on plates passing by
Allowing my gaze to wander I look through the window, the pane perfectly weathered to tell her story
Restless time, history, comfort in a solid foundation and a fresh renewed purpose
Old wooden ears that have heard it all, it is her frame
Glass eyes that have seen decades of curious onlookers who have wandered in and out, it is her window
The frame and pane different in their purpose, yet that purpose lost without support and synchronicity
Time allows for clear reflection
The sky dripping an incredible blue, drenched and wide open, the white clouds perfectly placed to outline the magnificence of today
Such a simple moment in time, such incredible beauty
How am I to imagine that I was to be anywhere else
Now that I have seen
Right now
~Alisa Hutton
Wow!!!! Love this, A.
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Thanks, Rita. I wrote it and thought, is this going to be one of those poems that only I get lol. I wrote it while cloud gazing, waiting to meet someone for coffee.
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I absolutely love it. It carries you away to a peaceful place. Cloud gazing is wonderful way to spend some time.
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Good! It was a peaceful moment:) I could spend hours cloud gazing. Spoken like a true poet;)
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It was beautiful words just drifted through my head and before I knew it was over lovely. And example of imperfect chair to explain imperfections in life was a very good symbolism.
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Thank you, I appreciate you sharing xo.
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“Perhaps, this imperfection is simply a reminder that imperfect is the right fit?”
Truer words may have never been spoken. I love your metaphor of the pane. Keith
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Thanks, Keith:) I hope you are doing well, I feel like I haven’t spoken to you in a long time!
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Alisa, I agree. I am following too many bloggers who write often, so I feel like I am missing out on some of my old favorites. I need to do a more consistent job of gleaning posts. Keith
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Yes, it is the same for me:)
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An uplifting piece with a mindful appreciation of your surroundings. I love the reference to the weathered pane also; that vitreous distortion when the glass begins to almost melt.
Although I was thrown by the 1.11, thinking you had found an elusive cafe that stays open beyond the witching hour. Not that I’m saying my body could handle a caffeine jolt that late though!
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Just a little day dreaming while waiting to meet someone. Thoughts spurred by blue skies, fluffy clouds and looking at the clock at 1:11 PM, not am:)
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Yes I did realize by the end that your fluffy clouds weren’t the post midnight, moon drenched variety. Not sure why I jumped to that conclusion …my inner clock must be of the 24 hr kind – perfect for airports and nerds 🙂
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Moments in time can be wonderful everythings. Beautiful write.
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Thanks, Renee:)
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I love this line: Perhaps, this imperfection is simply a reminder that imperfect is the right fit?
And I love the ending.
A great perspective
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Thanks you:) Musings from cloud gazing. I think it is the recipe for me to write; relax, do nothing, dream lol.
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The best poetry comes from nothing, right?
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I think it does:) Just being still and in moments.
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