In the Moment, Sort of
Today is Sunday, what I often refer to as catch up day. I usually spend it working on the computer, doing chores, and watching some television. Now that it is football season, the TV will be on in the background so I can follow the games.
The weekend is also my personal time to write, work on my assorted novels-in-progress, and tidy up any poems I’ve been writing.
I wrote the below poem because I was inspired to investigate poetically, how I could express what being in the moment means to me. Being present is also a skill therapists work on with clients to assist them with not sliding back into the past, which leads to many poor outcomes. I also wanted to explore the sensory perceptions of being present, not just the thought of it.
Thanks for reading.
By Ann Chiappetta
Here and now, in the moment
Late summer sounds
cricket chirps in the hall
The rhythmic creak
Soon quieted by cool temperatures
The hum of railways
The acrid stench of highway fumes
Broken by a sweet
Ribbon of honeysuckle or lilac
Voices, car doors, and barking dogs
Replaced by after dark stillness
By dew, new grass, skunk
Holding hands before
Slipping off to sleep
A hug and kiss from a friend
The release of laughter or tears
During a phone call
A sense of doing, being
Awareness of the body, of blood
Breath, and purpose.