Birds have their moments,
capybara have moments.
Bison, bighorns, and bumblebees,
all creatures, despite the harshness
or savagery of their life
enter that moment where they quite simply
delight in just being.
The flea hops into bliss then jumps back,
back into its speck of existence.
A mite on the back of a flea
rides along into its moment also.
Just one moment
and there, there in your emptiness
you forget to be this long string of moments
swirling in an ocean of moments.
Even the plentiful and smallest sparrows
have their moment. A time of no-time
an instant free of thought when they cease to be,
yes even the ever unheeding, momentary flea.
Categories:
bighorns, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Birds have their moments,
capybara have moments.
Bison, bighorns, and bumblebees,
all creatures, despite the harshness
or savagery of their life
enter that moment where they quite simply
delight in just being.
The flea hops into bliss then jumps back,
back into its speck of existence.
A mite on the back of a flea
rides along into its moment also.
Just one moment
and there, there in your emptiness
you forget to be this long string of moments
swirling in an ocean of moments.
Even the plentiful and smallest sparrows
have their moment. A time of no-time
an instant free of thought when they cease to be,
yes even the ever unheeding, momentary flea.
Categories:
bighorns, poetry,
Form: Free verse