There is A Moment

From my walk this evening to Poetry group.

I’ve joined a poetry group recently.  It’s a small group - just five of us tonight. We met for two hours reading our own works, critiquing and in general enjoying our evening.  Towards the end of the evening we had a timed writing.  The topic was chosen from one of Leonard Cohen’s works: There is A Moment. We each did rather well…definitely not Leonard Cohen….but not bad! Here is my offering.

There is A Moment

There is a moment when

the alarm rings

jarring me awake from pleasant slumber

There is a moment when

my eyelids lift languidly

letting in grey morning light

There is a moment when

the aroma of coffee is missing

giving me energy to push from under the covers.

There is a moment when

I sit, then stand sleepily

pawing the dresser for my glasses

There is a moment when

I breathe deeply and shuffle into the kitchen

to fill the kettle, take my pill, pour orange juice

There is a moment when

I savour the chance to create gentle calmness

welcoming birdsong from my kitchen window.

There is a moment when

I sit quietly in my comfy living room chair 

to read my latest book and contemplate my day.

There is a moment

in each day to be noticed and shaped

to make meaning in life.

“Build your home in small moments of joy, and you will always feel at home.”

~ Charlotte Ericksson