Each moment holds a reminder

Of still another thing to do

In a life filled with demands

To go, go, go

We spend minutes

In a silent rebellion

Of breath and movement

And awe

Capturing beauty

Allowing ourselves

To be captured by it

Despite a world

Crushing down upon our shoulders

Reminders are disruptions

To a train of thought

And tasks always remain

As the sun rises

Along mountain tops

And shines upon

The surface of the sea – Caroline A. Slee