Monumental...Moment

(It was so still this morning I could almost hear it...)

Open your eyes

Do you see it?

Slipping from frost-gilded bough

Monumental breath-fortune

Here in the little ‘now’

Open your hand

Do you feel it?

No? Yet it’s there somehow

Sealing within it life’s offering

Held in the little’ now’

Open your ears

Do you hear it?

Dripping from hope-haloed prow?

Notes in a love-song of moments

Shaped in the little now

Open your mouth

Do you taste it?

Bittersweet afterglow

Reaching, receiving, releasing

All in the little ‘now’

© Janet Martin

I know…I’ve spoken of ‘the little now’ before, but

It is the only thing of worth we hold

Yet we often over-look it somehow

Because it seems so very small

We simply call it ‘now’.