Sunlight and the Saucer

It has all been said before, nothing is new. I write these words and hold them for a while, connecting me to here. Then they snap free as I move on - each word falling motionless on a page or asleep in some silicone twilight waiting to be retrieved. Too soon all will begin to disintegrate, be deleted or thrown away. I would like to be eased out of here and become what I see. That soft light falling outside my window anointing the first fragile leaves, its joyous dance in a saucer that the rain filled last night. Nothing there seems to wish for more, just a moment to inhabit and an audience in me.