In That Moment

They bubble up ~ 

Memories, ideas, stories, 

all the things 

that mean little 

to anyone else 

in that moment. 

As unimportant as 

one raindrop 

in the midst 

of a gentle summer rain. 

In that moment, 

there is clarity. 

Answers to yesterdays questions. 

Or more questions rising up. 

These thoughts drift, 

like clouds, 

across my mind’s sky. 

A gentle way of processing 

the everything that has arrived 

noticed or unnoticed.

“This moment everything is present here, 

except the things that are not here, 

and I’m not feeling like disturbing them.

~ Suman Pokhrel, poet, lyricist, artist, playwright