It's amazing your wrote A Moment in Which Nothing is Happening before the pandemic. I was surprised when I read that! It's as if your soul sensed what was coming.
I love this poem so much, especially the line nothing is happening in the fortunate here and now❤ This reminds me to take a breath. Thank you.
The pandemic was such a shattering event that it's easy to blur over the three years before it, which were also ... less than ideal. In the midst of so much fear and frustration, it could be almost disorienting to be gifted with a moment of quiet, a moment to take a breath. Definitely a blessing of privilege -- and a chance to "breathe out" the blessing to people more beset than I was. (On a good day I could do that! On a less good day I would stare blankly up at the sky, but take a breath at least.)
Always glad to hear from you, Donna -- thank you for reading and responding.
Thank you for gifting me with the 'unearned blessing of a moment like this'. A beautiful beginning to a windy Wednesday morning as the restless earth beneath my city, for the moment, lies quiet too.
I am reading these when the school I am entering is shrouded in fog. The students won’t arrive for another 10-20 minutes, but I am enjoying the brief moments of quietude and promise …anticipating 🌺
We can still savor moments of quiet on our favorite campuses -- and then welcome the influx of students as they arrive! Thank you for reading and responding, Sherri.
Nothing happening... what a wonderful piece. Finding the wonder in there ordinary is the best way to be happy, I think.
I agree, Kim. Thank you for coming in to read and comment -- welcome any time!
Beautiful poetry. Loved reading both of them.
Thank you, Arjan! Grateful to you for reading them.
In a moment when nothing is happening—
“The ordered dance of traffic at a four way stop.”
“modest thoughtful billowing of the flag”
Loved the fiñal line which clenches this beautiful poem—
“When nothing is happening except the moment itself.”
Bird University-bird lecturers “flitting past unhindered, unobserved—indifferent to observation”
Loved how your poem brought how life was happening …as we remained cloistered.
Love how you read for the details, Looocinda! ❤️
Love the word play and the fine feeling
Thank you, Jonathan! Glad to have you as a reader.
It's amazing your wrote A Moment in Which Nothing is Happening before the pandemic. I was surprised when I read that! It's as if your soul sensed what was coming.
I love this poem so much, especially the line nothing is happening in the fortunate here and now❤ This reminds me to take a breath. Thank you.
The pandemic was such a shattering event that it's easy to blur over the three years before it, which were also ... less than ideal. In the midst of so much fear and frustration, it could be almost disorienting to be gifted with a moment of quiet, a moment to take a breath. Definitely a blessing of privilege -- and a chance to "breathe out" the blessing to people more beset than I was. (On a good day I could do that! On a less good day I would stare blankly up at the sky, but take a breath at least.)
Always glad to hear from you, Donna -- thank you for reading and responding.
Thank you for gifting me with the 'unearned blessing of a moment like this'. A beautiful beginning to a windy Wednesday morning as the restless earth beneath my city, for the moment, lies quiet too.
The blessings arrive so quietly sometimes ... and always as gifts. Thank you for being here and sharing in the blessing, Sulima.
I am reading these when the school I am entering is shrouded in fog. The students won’t arrive for another 10-20 minutes, but I am enjoying the brief moments of quietude and promise …anticipating 🌺
We can still savor moments of quiet on our favorite campuses -- and then welcome the influx of students as they arrive! Thank you for reading and responding, Sherri.