
Instinct Strolls Along
grazing through meadows
displaced from hazy dogma
gazing through windows
wish I knew how to let go
yearning to yield to the flow
Written for NaPoWriMo Day 29 Prompt:
“Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene. It could be your childhood neighbor’s workshop, or a window looking into an alien spaceship. Maybe a window looking into a witch’s gingerbread cottage, or Lord Nelson’s cabin aboard the H.M.S. Victory. What do you see? What’s going on?”
NaPoWriMo Day 29 Prompt