Some might say I lost an hour,
As I sat in silence contemplating
Something they could never
With their senses apprehend,
Fine word that, apprehend,
To capture,
As time passes, spent,
Watching nature at its best,
Scanning the pages of
A timeworn book,
A scrap of doggerel,
Someone's random thought,
Time becoming something
Spent for something earned,
Made more valuable to me,
By that time I spent, not truly lost,
For it's bcome poetry.
Donovan Baldwin