The Moment

THE MOMENT

Always flexible always flexed Primed like a tiger but never perplexed Perched upon a beam or hunched in a den Ready to pounce - who knows where who knows when.

Such is the moment that lives for itself, To surprise or surmise or get left on the shelf. The lady in waiting, the Magus, the sot, All that there is and will be and will not.

Time to bide, turn the tide, come ashore in a rush, Or sit on a nest, on an egg in a bush. I’m an instant, a sliver, a brief slice of time, That comes between moments like yours and like mine

We all have these instances, some intertwine, While others get sipped like a really fine wine. “It is what it is” just a tick of the clock, A tickle, a touchstone a time to take stock

We look for expression, the collective ingeny, The meeting of minds, the magic of so many Chats and chants the taunts, the journey, Better than silence, submission and ennui

Be that as it may, as they do sometimes say, Where there’s a will and a wish there is always a way This moment, this instant, this sliver of time That waits in the wings Any place, any time!