Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Delighted to Be Here

The sun, street light and Parallax
Have you ever found yourself very glad to be exactly where you are? One night I was overcome by that sensation in the midst of household chores and wrote a poem to celebrate the magic and delight of existence.


Street Light for the Moon

It was almost midnight
When I took the garbage out to the curb.
Pivoting under the soft white illumination
Of the corner street light
My eye caught the flutter
Of a magnificent moth.
With noiseless ease of flight
She hovered about the lush blossoms of four-o'clocks,
Gathering what sweetness she could
Here and there among the flowers.

As I stepped closer
To observe the sight,
The street light became
The magical light of the moon
And the moth was a fairy
Of busy and delicate purpose
Seemingly unaware of my presence.

Looking up at the front porch
I saw myself standing on the steps.
In an instant
I was snapped back to myself,
And from the vantage point of the front steps
The moon shifted back to street light.
The fairy faded to the natural beauty
Of the moth.

Looking beyond myself
I saw street light
Garbage pail
And moth,
But looking within
I held the memory
Of flowers opening to the moonlight
Welcoming the fairy's touch.

                                             ~ CK
 


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Photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons


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3 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem and picture. I love the phrase,
    gathering what sweetness she could

    Very nice.

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