A poem
This one is loosely rhymed and somewhat metrical. But some emotions cannot be bound by convention. Ask Mary Oliver. Read it aloud, old friend.
Moments
Was I alive except in those moments,
When a baby looked at me and smiled,
When I discovered a friend for life,
When I felt a dear hand slip into mine.
When I knew love in our locked eyes,
When you sank into my arms to be one,
When I saw I loved you more than myself,
When I sensed you were the one for me.
When my spirit soared at the beach and hill,
When the bliss of gentle water embraced me,
When I sensed being on the brink of sleep,
When I fell awake luxuriously.
When my foot met the ball in perfect kick,
When I was moved by a line in a book,
When I got teary-eyed in a movie,
When a line I wrote turned out just right.
When I stopped caring what others think,
When I knew at last I could stop working,
When I became free of somebody,
When I saw someone as they were really.
When my heart felt a pang for my parents,
When I was proud my kids would surpass me,
When I felt fragile for the first time,
When I looked back on a sort of good life.
In that moment, too, I lived anew,
When I noticed life was nothing more,
Those fleeting moments were the stepping stones,
On which I’m crossing the river of time.
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