Thursday's Poem, 6-23-2011

As if sharing my existence,
with many layers of
places, times and thoughts are
shuffled not above,
whichever place I'm in now,
is dull and overcast,
but joy is in my heart still
for every blade of grass,
and every bird call near me,
and my beloved 2 small cats,
I wonder where I'll be next,
and what dear things I will pack.
--EVE