Moments

Sometimes I need to be reminded of poetry and music and moments of simple now.

But every once in a while, instead of having to remind myself, it just sneaks up on me. I catch myself reading poetry, listening to music, or hearing the sounds outside: lawn mowers, kids laughing and shouting, car doors opening and closing; or nighttime quiet: crickets, and muffled traffic, and a train whistle far away: long, long, short, long blows.

I enjoy the moment; it's simple and pure, very brief and in frequent, to be savored: a moment of peace, a moment of poetry and quiet bliss.

And when it's time to remind myself, when the moments are too long between, the two poems below are old friends, creating moments with me. The words transport me from wherever I am, however I am, whenever I am. I am there in the words - inside, cocooned and safe, warm and peaceful, happy, and content.

The words ring quietly in my ears as a reminder, as a prayer.

A Prayer in Spring - Robert Frost -
http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/blfrostspring.htm

Here’s the beginning:
“Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away"

i thank YOU GOD for most this amazing day - ee cummings -
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-thank-you-god-for-most-this-amazing

Here’s the beginning:
“i thank You God for most this amazing day:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees….”

If the moments are infrequent on their own, then prompt them, remind yourself, and create your moments.
Share - they'll come.