Now treasure

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.

Ode to Now

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,