The Little Moments
It's
not the thinking of a thought,
Nor
the planning of an act,
It's
not the scientific process,
Nor
the finding of a fact.
It's
not the reading of a book,
Nor
the discovery of knowledge,
It's
not the bouef bourguignon,
Its
not the punch of salt in your porridge.
It's
the watching of the oven timer,
About
to ring,
It's
the pause felt in the shower,
Before
your lips begin to sing.
Its
the little spaces,
It's
the in-between gaps,
It's
the tweeting sparrows overhead,
It's
the taking out of the trash.
It's
the knowing what you want,
May
never arrive,
And
yet it's only in this moment,
That
you choose to reside.
