Laura Ursula Poet Free verse

Nature of the Moment

A whimsical melody. 
Or a ghostly one. It's always one.
On a hill. In the woodlands. Among
Oaks and birch trees wind
Twinkles in between layers of
The moment.
Moment - seems like something
Unequivocal 
Yet the truth of it can never be fully
grasped. I get lost in the 
Labirynths of understanding to find only
Misunderstandings. The rare clarity.
What makes a moment:
Colours, textures, scents, sounds
A world within or beyond 
Me?
My mind. My past. My understanding of the past.
My sure
       misunderstanding of the past. And the fact
That perhaps I just said 'I love you' or simply
'shall we grab a coffe'.

Or when I say nothing at all.

The Now
With infinite potentials.
Like a piece of clay I yet need to dare
To grasp. I think I need more courage.
Then I see that the next moment
     comes to me 
regardless.

30.08.25

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