JOTTING

To long for an hour

caressing it as gently as

a lover’s back,

taking it in

sun and soft breeze.

I have stolen this

time hungrily

pursued it with

abandon.

Daydreams drop me on clouds

Nature orchestrates for me her

grandest sounds.

A cricket joins in

unable to resist,

chirping with a maestro’s confidence.

Leaves whisper to me

their secrets shared.

Strange

that what I wanted

was

this,

a few jottings

eyes to watch

ears to hear

scratches on a page

feather inks

for only

my eyes.