There are some moments that write themselves
Into a poem by their very occurrence.
The sunrise, for instance.
The air still light with the moon’s chill.
The waking watchers waiting on the rocks and
The blanket over their feet.
The man and his dog panting into the water.
The singular, lucid moment when finally
Once again the Sun slides above the sea.
There are moments such as these:
When you move your body in a dance,
The way it was made to move from the
Very moment you rose from the primordial water.
There are such moments as these that write themselves
Simply by occurring, that write themselves
To tell you what your eyes have forgotten.