Another Day has passed.
I place it in the empty space
on the Bookcase of my Past
where Days like many Books
are now shelved in place
remembered or forgotten,
judged as ‘good’ or ‘bad’,
resting there at last.
Here I am in the Now,
this precious, priceless Moment,
a still yet moving flow,
as I create and co-create
another Book before I go.
April 20, 2022
Shelley Wilson