Setting Sights Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Archways reaching to the sky, narrowed slightly,
listening to the silence measured out in moments.

Rigidly setting aside the minutes of each day,
attempting to sidle up to quiet times.

Thruways lining streets of thickest woods,
narrowing closely, the views of life.

Setting sights somewhere in the atmosphere allows
life down here to breathe.

Freely attained, passed down from eons ago, our
lives are simply rearranged as each new day begins.