Woolgathering

A day for daydreams…

My mind was woolgathering,
wandering through daydreams
to pass the humdrum,
scheduled to arrive at no place anytime soon,
not even aware of the journey being undertaken.

Only does it make such few stops along the way,
those being the odd thoughts that stand out
for the most minuscule of moments;

Her smile flickers there briefly,
then the awareness of the chill upon my hands,
a mere blink at an overcast skyline
leaves its shadow on the back of my eyelids,
its imprint, captured only to then fade from my thoughts completely,
for already my mind is sailing to other places;
Weekend Ahoy!
not too long now and there will be the clink of beer bottles,
after all, there is more than one way to gather wool.

©️ 2021 Lathen Griffiths