Moments

Yesterday when the birds sang
Sunlight rippled over the water
And we walked hand in hand
The moment was important
Not the past or the future
Just now

A breeze gently ruffled your hair
You looked down at me and smiled
My eyes looked into yours
Embracing the universe
And even my fingertips tingled
Yesterday

And now this moment
I type these words
And think of the past
And the rain comes down

Across the fields the cows cluster
Moving across the meadow
In search of new pasture

The sun glimmers through a cloud
Not a bad moment
No comparison of course
But still a moment to value.

Jo Cursley, 2010

Sometimes we have to move reluctantly along this path of inevitability, where the here and now seems slightly harsher than memories we recall.
But then cows in a meadow, its not so bad huh

Lovely Jo. Unfortunately time does not stand still or even cows thanks for this JO

Thank you Steve and Doreen for reading and commenting on my poem and especially for latching on immediately to the main point. We have to be always grateful for what we have, which in my case is plenty with the wonderful view and our happy life, but other images from the past insist on crowding in at times too, as I am sure at times you find too.

Jo x

A lovely poem, Jo. There is a lot of contentment in your words.

a brilliant poem Well done Jo it is Poem of the week

I like this, Jo
not all moments can be special, but if they can be good, that is all we can ask

Rose x

Thanks for your comment, Rose. That is what I was trying to convey and Doreen thank you so much for making this poem of the week! This has given me a good lift today.

Jo x

Jo,
Sometimes the simplest things mattere the most. Beautiful poem.
Your friend,
David Fox