Beauty of the Moment
I came across a clearing, tall trees,
a small pond glowing red
I was wearing rose coloured glasses
that I couldn’t remove.
The magic of nature, tiny bacteria,
not something associated with wonder.
The beauty took my breath away
My mind travelled as if taken
by a time machine to a time of peace.
Twelve years old, on top of the cliffs of Dover
running free, no parents, no brothers to nag me.
The grass damp beneath my bare feet,
the freedom awe-inspiring.
I am alone in the world, I like it.
I found a crater full of crickets
For a moment, peace had been snatched away.
I ran back the way I came
knowing I would never feel it again.
A moment in the scrapbook of my mind.
Here I am, so many years later
Bathing in the glow of friendly bacteria.
It doesn’t sound romantic, yet the tranquillity
stole my thoughts. Words fail me.
How can I describe the beauty,
the magic of this wonderful space?
I want to bottle it, take it home,
selfishly keep it to myself
A different time with the same feeling of peace
Are moments like these meant for sharing?
I think not.
They belong to the secret part of me
My secret, like the day on the cliffs.
Others will walk this way
find this place, have their moment
of tranquillity to carry home…