The Moment
by Marie Howe
Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment
when, nothing
happens
no what-have-I-to-do-today-list
maybe half a moment
the rush of traffic stops.
The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be
slows to silence,
the white cotton curtains hanging still.
Happy spring and World Poetry Day!
Love this poem! Thanks for sharing. Those half moments are so nice.
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