Just a Moment

 

JUST A MOMENT

Copyright 2021 Don Ray

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Warm sun on neck.  Cool air on face.

Trilling birds in trees.

This is no time for poetry,

no time for allegory or indirect insinuation.

This is too intensely real to be captured by imagery or analogy.

This is life for the living,

too beautiful to be described or represented.

 

“Be alive” call the birds,

“Be aware!” cries the wind,

“Don’t let this moment slip away like so many moments given to goals and objectives.”

 

Remember the intensity of childhood perceptions,

bright eyes noticing the roughness of the wood of the utility pole,

“mere” grass and leaves and breeze worthy of notice.

 

So soon gone the moments,

and not long afterwards the memories with them.

 

Mourn them not,

for they have to pass on to make room for this moment.

 

Penetrate this moment and discover it is the gateway to all moment's,

The grand pinnacle to which all the preceding moments in your life have led.

 

Nothing in your past is gone, 

it is simply here,

each moment past a building block upon which this moment stands.

 

All the tears and laughter culminate in this moment.

Don’t let them be for naught.