The Now
A rainbow
A beggar’s treasure
over his tin can filled with rain
and two coins
Fades
As the last raindrop dries
A novel
Read by a man
Fall asleep cannot from a day
Hours of joys and rot
Ends
As the last period hits
A candle
Gives light to the child
Lost along the park
Watching shadows pass by
Dims
As the warmth is consumed
Coffee
Brewed strong and hot
By the man a minute from bed
An eternity to life
Turns cold
Left on the table
A toffee
In the mouth of a traveller
Sweet food
Long way home
Melts
Fills an empty stomach
A conversation
Whisper that made someone cry
But smiled
A shout againts sadness
Gone silenced
The last words spoken
A butterfly
Fluttering over the vendor’s
Dry flowers of spring
Only two days it flies
Caught by the lost boy
Yet still
It moved me…like a lost boy finding his way to the end of the tunnel…. its still a long way to El Dorado… but there are peach blossoms along the journey. Thanks for the now, for the fullness of the moment. Blessed be….