Apr 29, 2010 8

Poetry Thursday: Right here, right now

people walking on a sidewalk

And now
that time has passed
and this one is here

And this
and this

So? How did it go?

Did you live every minute?
Or did you let a few skitter past
on small wheels of worry
without squeezing out
the last, juicy bits?

What about this quiet hour?
This hazy afternoon?
This sinkful of dishes,
this quick pee,
this run to the mailbox,
this trip to the 7-11
for eggs
and M&Ms?

Did you live those, too?
Did you live every bit of them?

Some day,
if we are very, very lucky,
we will look back
from rockers on porches,
from benches on seasides,
from beds on wheels,
from our own two rickety feet
at those nothing moments
with such wistfulness
and fury
it would stop those young people
scooting around on their thought-cycles
dead in their tracks.

Never wish a moment
past the next one.

Never a better place to be
than this very one.

Never a guarantee
of any other one

after this one…

xxx
c

Image by Vincepal via Flickr, used under a Creative Commons license.

Posted in: The Personal Ones

Laura April 29, 2010 at 3:30 am

As I’ve just started contemplating turning my life upside down and quitting the job that I only mildly like (but pays well and I get to work with some awesome people – and – I’ve been doing it for 15 years), this poem hits home. I feel like I’ve been waiting for the fun to start. Perhaps it time that I make it so…

Thanks for the words. As always… inspirational.

the communicatrix April 29, 2010 at 9:17 am

You have started—you’re thinking about it! :-)

Lindsey April 29, 2010 at 5:21 am

This is such a beautiful evocation of the thing that I think about all the time now: being here. This is my life. My only life! Thank you for sharing this.

the communicatrix April 29, 2010 at 8:52 am

It’s addictive in the good way, ain’t it? Thanks for the kind words. And good thoughts.

Mary Ellen April 29, 2010 at 5:32 am

Once again you touch a part of my soul. The timing of reading your poem today is nothing less then freaky also…I am taking a tele-course on our relationship with time, and one of the radical realizations I’ve had in the last few days is that I keep myself busy in my MIND…Yup I’m on the thought-cycle and haven’t even realized it!!! In the few minutes before I sat down to read my e-mail today I was consciously getting off the thought-cycle and practicing being in every moment as I made my morning coffee. Then I sit down and your poem is in my e-mail. Thank you!!!

the communicatrix April 29, 2010 at 9:49 am

Time?! That’s one hell of a telecourse. And I mean that in the best way.

As to the coincidences, I’ve always found more and more of them tend to crop up the more focused I get on a particular thing. Glad that I could be part of your coincidence loop.

Positively Present April 29, 2010 at 4:04 pm

LOVE this one! Just shared it on Twitter. :)

Briana April 29, 2010 at 4:23 pm

Oh! It’s always those nothing moments that make me wistful. And my nostalgia is constantly befuddling me, making me think I’m nostalgic for something specific that I should reclaim, some silly, empty minute. When instead I could just let the nostalgia be a reminder to actually live this minute now. I love poetry Thursdays.

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