A Moment

A poem about the precious things

It’s only for a moment;

The hubbub of the everyday suddenly receding like a monster tide,

Suddenly smothered, an accidentally pressing the mute button.

And briefly there’s sunlight,

Painting stripes along the carpet,

And the new green of the trees out the window,

The smell of doughnuts somewhere,

A languid procession of cars moving down the hill.

You breathe it in while you can.

You wait, for the tsunami.

Reviews

[Chris]

The final line bodes well...

[Cherrie Palmer]

Wow, powerful imagery. Thank you for entering this poem in the contest