........Stopping......

When you are still --- except the movement of your pen

and all around you is movement

Well that is when

Words like this slide easily across the page tributaries of thought

A gentle ebbing flow, as the car and street lights glow

I doubt I'll make it rich this way

Yet the today - was another of those money can't buy days

The skyline from here incredible absolutely beautiful and indescribable

I sit stunned in awe and wonder of the unknowable

The maths in the breeze

The secret language of rustling leaves

and these words dropping from my pen

When I stop to write them.