The here and now-ish

It's not where I'm going
or where I've been that matters
it's really more the here and now-ish
that can't be evaded
missteps can't be retaken
the holes ahead are lying in the dark
I'm standing in the pure light of the moment
strung between a memory and a dream
whatever I think I've learned
unravels as the day unfolds

following the shadows before me
brings only knowledge
of my ignorance

2006 MJS

The Crocus Knows

The shift occurs suddenly,
almost without warning;
and the marrow stirs -
awakened to the moment's
possibility, and possibly,
the long-awaited.

The permeable heart,
soaking up the radiant swells,
vibrating in the center of everything;
is there now - hidden
beneath the snow-covered bank.

Knowing its time has arrived;
pushing through layers,
pressing against the inevitable -
a joyful breaking.

© 2008 Melissa Songer

Morning Moon Journey

Off to my right
a stained yellow disc
pinned to the blue-grey sky
still high above the trees
small towns and cities

this daily trek
pushing against the others
accelerating and braking
I watch the moon
waft before me

behind the cell tower
above the McDonald’s
perched atop the gentlemen’s clubs
the car lots and warehouses

its pale light disclosing
the homeless slumped
against flaking walls
until it is finally blurred
by the rising mists

we travel together
the moon and I - both
sinking as we approach
our destination
fading into the day

© 2008 Melissa Songer