Each Passing Moment

​Looking outside my window from this self-imposed cage. Not living in a world of remorse or regret. Instead living in a moment resigned to patience. Because at the moment my mind is unproductive, drained as it were, of creativity and light. So I lie here patiently waiting for that spark to reappear. Not long ago it would have drove me crazy to wait and think in such terms. But with each passing moment wisdom presents each of us with the opportunity to learn more.