Do we realize in our minds that wander

blowing about on this and that

drifting out into the world to settle

where it may,

with each seed we sow

each piece of love given

we fall perhaps on loose soil souls

unbeknownst to anyone

we settle there in cracks and crevices forgotten

till some day out from the space grows

the memory or reminder

of what was there

and we wonder where on earth it came from

never realizing it went here and there

to and fro

and quite possibly was a gift from another

but also could have been planted by ourselves

as we watched unaware of where it was those thoughts drifted

until we pluck the tender bloom

and with whispered breath

spread its gift yet again.

This poem just came as a stream of consciousness thing. Hope you enjoy. The winds here are light on the West coast of Florida, prayers still sent for the rest of the east coast and to the souls in Haiti and Jamaica. Peace and blessings, Kim