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I’ve been prompted:
Live in the moment
But joy seeps
In from the past
Forgetful of
The moment
What joy is the moment
When I hear someone’s
Cancer,
Of the dead
Wild-life with which
My cats treasure me?
What joy is the moment
At the bottom?
What joy is the moment
Before another
Beginning?
I am suspicious:
Joyful moments
Hiding
Under the sun,
The moon,
In the humus
Of life?
Sadly, it will not be
Joy that carries me off
Gwen's World 
Loved this Gwen—you always have so many special and poignant words —‘the moon in the humus of life’—it as though the words you write always find a way to irrigate a part of my soul that i did not yet realize was already parched. thanks
http://believeanyway.wordpress.com/2012/08/29/ive-got-sunshine-award/. Gwen—as I continue to say to you, you paint masterpieces with your words….