One perfect moment,
Unframed, just resting
Against the wall, ready to
Be lifted if you move,
Light enough for you
To carry.
It’s not even beautiful
But it is yours and it
Might love you again
And again, every time
You look up or down,
Depending on where
You hang it.
Sitting at this juncture
In the day, reading
Song in my brain
Feeling blood in my
Lips and warmth
In my veins as
Love courses through
Me, not Romance
But Now, alone,
An island, I am
It, here, sitting, at
One, no
Thought of anywhere
But now and here –
The facts that
Combine to make
My Being be –
Sound, sight, hair,
Teeth, Feet,
Me.
Being Every Day 