Delighted to Be Here

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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