Without Knowing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strolling through the park at midnight, stars peeking
down at me through the trees.

Watching and wondering what it is I'm doing, without
even knowing it, inspiring me to write constantly.

Going deeply into expressways of intellect, while
emitting possibilities of another tomorrow.

Gathering molecules and particles, placing them in
spheres where they produce a total and vibrant energy.

Keeping my mind always moving and thinking throughout
life, it's simple moments being lived and tended to.

Beautiful and completely spiritual, taking faith and
hope into every single equation that I create.