Another Day has passed.

I place it in the empty space

on the Bookcase of my Past

where Days like many Books

are now shelved in place

remembered or forgotten,

judged as ‘good’ or ‘bad’,

resting there at last.

Here I am in the Now,

this precious, priceless Moment,

a still yet moving flow,

as I create and co-create

another Book before I go.

April 20, 2022

Shelley Wilson