Potential

There is a stillness in the sky

No fluttering of wings

Or sighing of the clouds

As the sun hangs suspended in the air

Like a static golden disc

Or is it time itself

That plays and betrays our vision

Do we only see our limitations

Confining our enchanted nature

As birds ceasing their song

Silencing the winds of change

Or do we see our potential

Whilst mirroring the light

Patiently moving forward

With each swelling of the tide

Honouring our star’s journey

As it motions through the night

Photo by Ivana Cajina on Unsplash