The moment passes by the corner
Have you ever stood on a street corner,
somewhere, anywhere, everywhere?
Remembering my there is your here,
realising your here is my there.
That corner of moments,
have you ever been there?
It is night and street lights haloed
in misty rain or mere damp and drizzle
release rainbows over residues of oil
gathering on water pooled in gutters.
You breathe in deeply, inhaling
this night so far from home,
this moment so ordinary
yet not ordinary,
not ordinary at all.
Perhaps you stepped
from inside there
to outside here
and so the physical
becomes the emotional.
In turn this takes you out of where you are,
in turn this leaves you in a questioning
where of here.
The where you have come from
and the where you are going
could be anywhere
and this somewhere
then becomes everywhere.
The moment becomes a bubble of time
and you are inside it
beyond this there is nothing
there is only the here, only the now,
as perfect as a thrushes song
caught at evening when there is nothing else
but liquid notes pouring over you
like light pouring perfect rainbows
over wayside puddles.
There is nothing else.
Have you ever noticed my love
how often these moments occur
with you?
