A moment’s grace
When I was a child I saw the hands of the clock move.
I had time to watch the stars.
Today I hardly give the clouds a second thought.
But then, in those days of innocence
They were my friends.
We lingered together in grass meadows,
Sharing the sun and appreciating the air.
Yes, just the air that we breathe.
Deep lungs-full.
We raced each other on train journeys.
I looked for familiar shapes,
Dreading full blue skies in the heat of day.
Last night I had that much to do I just said ‘No! ’
I broke free from the cluttered schedule
And stepped out in to the garden.
I sat on the bench in the cool night air
As an observer.
Seeing the work I had done and what
Remained to be done.
Then one of my friends came back
From so long ago.
The moon.
That same smiley face.
I had…..almost….
Forgotten? How could I?
He reminded me of so much,
Seen from a different age and outlook.
I can’t remember the last occasion
I made time, took time like that.
It was a cool, but pleasant,
Unplanned escape.
I would like it to happen again.
But it might become part of the routine
For routines sake.
No, it has to be unplanned.
It will come again, I know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem