Taking a moment to be in it,
as nasty squalls are due.

Stroking an old dog who’s ridden a storm,
but still doesn’t breathe ’till they’re through.

***

This is the sixth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim

2:27
Angels

Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.

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