In the heat
or chilling quiet draft
of the moment,
this one moment,
and the next,
and then the next. . .
Feel,
right now and here
whatever’s there
see, hear,
taste or smell,
perhaps defer
the urge
the tale,
to explain,
to entertain,
numb pain,
distract,
or any other sort of tale
that will derail you
from the fact
of where and how
and who
in this one and only moment
you truly are.
For though this moment cannot last,
it is the quintessential thing
of living,
And it is apt
to get your joy
and peace
and understanding
much more far,
even than the act
so human
and so beautiful
of reading
your healing tea leaves,
or making your most earnest wish
upon the evening’s
first appearing star.
The Danforth Anchor 