How many times will I sit quietly on my back porch?
How often do I get to feel the soft breeze stroke my skin?
How long do I have to hear the birds sing their peculiar songs?
How long to watch my dog breath up and down on the floor beside me?
How much beauty can I drink in?
How much feeling can I absorb?
I know not,
Or how long,
Or how much.
But with every breath and in every moment, I know it will never be enough.
I know this moment and every one given
Sacrifices itself on the altar of my consciousness,
Digs deep into eternity and I’ll always beg for more.
THH
4/27/24
Thoughts Have Hands 