Thursday, March 03, 2005

A Moment

A moment
A simple act of kindness
No fanfare
No grand parting of the curtain
Or bowing to the crowd

No crowd
Just a moment
When you
Are important enough to me
For me
To stop
To speak
To touch
To listen
To care

An act
The specifics forever unchronicled
And yet
No less
A part of history

Our history
Our time
Our moment

Let us applaud
With enthusiasm
Even if
Silently
For the pleasure
Is in the knowing
That now
This moment
Matters.

3 comments:

La La said...

What an exquisite unfurling of connectedness you have shared with us...thank you.

Freaked-Out Ethel said...

“Tuesday Afternoon”

Birds, with big eyes
Instead of heads.
Connected to human torsos
Exaggerated.

A right arm,
A left wing, outflung
Fingers wide.

Birds with legs as horses.
One much longer than the other
And feet of a cat
Wearing wet socks.

Sideview, frontview,
Don’t mean nothing to me.

Birds facing a cubist sun,
Smiling fish-slime smiles.
Gills for lips, vest, buttoned tight
Walking longstepped on a narrow road
From east to west.

That is what I see
When I imagine a bird.

KC said...

Wow! What imagery! You have the descriptive voice I've often longed for. I found myself reading and re-reading and fluctuating from wanting to actually see the picture you described and then not wanting to spoil the one you conjured up in my own mind. Thank you!