I miss the story
that travels all around me
on the wind and in the clouds
When I move too fast
I miss the story
that nests in the trees
flies high in the sky
When I move too fast
I miss the story
of a shirt draped on a walker
holding a back pack stuffed full.
When I move too fast
I miss the story
of a man in a wheelchair
working on his cell phone.
When I move too fast
I miss the stories
that swirl all around me
in the streets, on the wind and in the clouds.
“After nourishment, shelter and companionship,
stories are the thing we need most in the world.”
~ Philip Pullman
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