The wonder of this moment
that is here and will never come again,
overflowing with oh so much life
the sunshine and the color
and the silence (or
the chitter-chat)
of so much everything
all around
the soft of golden retriever
sprawled across the hallway fast asleep
to spring up with anticipation at a rustle
Oh Lord such all of it racing through my head
too much and not enough
i run through fields of memory around
tracks of yesterday four miles now
and away we go to where i always wished
. . .
i reach for another metaphor but it
has fled, the moment passed,
and around the house machines churn their churn while
i reach for what has been instead of —
instead of — why, here’s another moment
and another
and another
and see how much the purple and
dark coneflowers and the splendid compass
flowers on stalks high over my head burst
yellow against blue
and clouds that form nothing
and all of it there — right
up beyond in the sky
I fill my lungs with lilac
and breathe out new tomorrow in a sigh —