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

2 Comments

  1. 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

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