Poem – To catch the moment
To catch the moment
It will not knock.
It will not wait.
It does not ask if you are ready
or dressed
or in the mood to be changed.
It arrives as a breath,
a flick of sunlight on stone,
the wild rasp of a crow cutting across
your carefully made plans.
You were walking somewhere.
Thinking of something.
Trying to be someone.
But the moment had other ideas.
It curled itself inside the wind
and brushed the back of your neck
like an old friend
you hadn’t thought to miss.
You paused.
And the world opened.
Not like thunder.
More like a meadow does—
slowly, with no apology
for how long it took.
And inside that opening:
your breath,
your heartbeat,
your one precious, breakable life
remembering how to belong
to something
that does not need to be fixed
or won
or earned.
You looked up,
and for no particular reason,
everything made sense.
That was the moment.
It did not save you.
It simply waited
to be noticed.
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