My spirit is drawn to the prose of poetry
The movement of the words
The thoughts that are underneath the thoughts
And the feelings that are there to be discovered
Each layer getting closer to the core

There is much in the world to notice
If we take the time to note
But we walk by the flowers
Without noticing the vibrant colors
Or the subtle fragrance

We move through the world
Without taking a moment
To take in all of the little things
That make our lives full
And we wake up
To realize that time has passed

Writing poetry allows me to pause
To take time to notice
The little things
That become the big things
That make up
The crazy, beautiful, messy life
That I live