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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?