
Temporarily Lost
I get lost in the smallest things,
the smell of fresh ground coffee,
a warm sun with a cool breeze,
a painting in the gallery window.
Lost. Eyes in space, a place where nothing lives
except the inside of my own mind,
a potent stew of memories, less of things
than emotions.
A good kind of lost, no matter what it may seem
to strangers looking on,
Those are some of the best moments in life . Love how your words captured the essence of them. Peace found and joy gratefully accepted.