The Moment, Marie Howe

Happy New Year! Tomorrow I have to drive eight hours, then fly six to get home, so I’m going to enjoy this last day of vacation to its fullest. I hope you’re able to do the same.

 

The Moment

Oh, the coming out-of-nowhere moment
when,   nothing
happens
no what-have-I-to-do-today-list

maybe   half a moment
the rush of traffic stops.
The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be
slows to silence,
the white cotton curtains hanging still.

2 thoughts on “The Moment, Marie Howe

  1. Sounds like me time, I have experienced Father Time, the Rock of Ages, and have been solid as a rock, yet I am brittle and tend to turn to powder when confronted with the sadness of life.

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