Enjoying This Little Space Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to rumblings of thunder above, rolling through
the heavens like bowling balls in an alley, sparking many
thoughts and ideas in a coming rain storm.

Every once in a while lightening striking, zig-zagging
across the sky, lighting up corners of earth, enjoying
this little haven alone.

No one knowing exactly where I am, having left my hospital
room on the seventh floor and taking a walk downstairs to
the lobby.

Going into Lulu's Café and out onto their patio to write
and hide away from nurses, doctors, and lab technicians
for a while.

Resting and relaxing in the privacy of this poetical mind,
picturesque and beautiful, coming alive and vibrant with
imagination and intellect.

A glorious place to be, getting away from it all for a while,
satisfying and very pleasant, nothing to bother me, people
watching as I write, yet not daring to interrupt, leaving me
to myself in poetry and music.