just another night

Dry spells


So I walk outside
Take a look at the night sky
And realize that there
Is so much more
To life
Than meets the eye
Spend so much time
Worrying about
This or than
Rarely stopping to breathe
It all in
But
On those rare occasions
When the magnitude
Of all that Is
Or is not
A part of my life
Sinks in
I try if only
For a moment
To hold it tangible
Store it deep inside
To tide me over
During life's dry spells


Chris McQueeney. ©2015