Melting Pot Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sliding seriously along edges of an interior circum-
ference, letting nothing past details that are being
fathomed in sideways glances of yet another memory.

Watching from underneath a willow tree, seeing many
patterns that leaves made as they were blown around
in a morning breeze.

Sending an amount of ideas into the melting pot of
adherent thoughts, taking chances with the best in
life being at stake from the very beginning.

Looking hard and finding that careful insight will
serve well as it accepts the curiosity of advancing
moments in living a solitary chemical life.