Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment
when, nothing
happens
no what-have-I-to-do-today-list
maybe half a moment
the rush of traffic stops.
The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be
slows to silence,
the white cotton curtains hanging still.
~ Marie Howe, The Moment
Notes:
- Poem: A Year of Being Here. Photo: astrid westvang (industrial curtain)
- Related Posts: “It’s Been a Long Day“