Things

Anticipation so familiar; bitter warmth caressing throat 

Brewing storm quietly noticed percolating on far horizon 

Momentary recognition of that hand firmly coupled in yours 

Observing dark clouds slowly pass; denying impetus to act

Awareness of inner voice becoming a little kinder in temperament 

Earned exhaustion from productive means giving pause for content 

Cacophony of senses triggered; releasing momentary euphoria 

Texture of mind changing; gratitude and reflection given carriage

Inexorable sweep of second hand oblivious to all but march of time 

Solitary knowing that daily battle was won in the invisible moments