By Marian Glaser ©, February 2008
I struggle to capture those moments of absorbing stillness
rushing by, embedded in a flowing stream
of noise and busyness.
A sudden break
reveals an impossibly perfect flower,
music amidst cacophony,
ice sparkling in sunlight,
a butterfly, paintings.
My list could lengthen but
each moment is easily missed,
outweighed by more clamorous ones.
Children stop to stare
at ants, iridescent bubbles, stars,
like this poet, chasing what was a brief flash,
making it linger
until the moving, colour in the water
resolves into a fish.
My meditation practice gives me
moments of peace
but that is only one part of my day.
Any intrusion can end my absorption,
making me startle
and so shatter a small beginning,
proving my journey is