moments count the silence in time.

you throw a stone
up into the air,
without looking
to where it strayed.

across the fields
the fog is smoking,
in the scent of the air.
sounds of an orchestra,
frogs & critters playing
and in some corner,
a group of birds too.
in the deep silent lake
the blue sky sits still.

in between conversations
moments pass by.
just like an old memory
the stone just slips by.

only a glimpse
without a clue,
is what you
manage to catch.

ripples of that memory
in time they trace
back to you,
silent & patient
if you can wait.