Even as water passes over the stones of a river bed
do streams of thoughts through our minds flow

some spoken some felt some unnoticed

Fleeting thoughts
caught

eyes ears nose skin tongue heart
mind to hand to paper

A day's thoughts
recorded
dressed only in the discretion
that passes between the writer's mind and hand

If one second is a glimpse of a day
is one day then a glimpse of a life

writ in water