off in my own world, a poem

(to my mom, who worries a bit too much)

Sometimes it might be hard to find me

even if I am right here

even if you can see me clearly

It's evident that I'm somewhere else

but everything is just fine

look at the trees swaying in the wind

look for the clouds floating about

look to the sky and see the birds

and notice how they all just move along

and with time the wind will cease

the clouds will move away

the birds will return to their nest

and the night will move the day along

so rest assured

as will I

I'll be back just give it time