This Moment
A neighbourhood.
At dusk.
Things are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.
Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.
But not yet.
One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.
A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
this moment.
Stars rise.
Moths flutter.
Apples sweeten in the dark.
by Eavan Boland
Today is national poetry day in the UK, so I thought I'd share a poem. This is from a collection called 'Poetry to Calm your Soul', compiled by Mimi Khalvati.
So many things happen in a single moment, yet how much do we actually notice?
Spend some time today (and everyday!) quietly observing a moment.
What do you see?
Hear?
Smell?
Taste?
Feel?
Think?
In honour of poetry day, why not write a poem or some prose on the subject of 'This moment'?
Feel free to share what you write as a comment below.
You could also draw or photograph 'This Moment'
or create some music on the same theme...
the possiblities are endless!...