Life in a Moment

Sometimes I get glimpses,

See things as they really are.

The poetry of early mornings

reveals a gull silhouetted.

Framed for just a moment

in the kitchen window

that faces east.

Black on washed out orange.

I can hear the stillness of the moment.

A point frozen in time and space.

Tactile fingers of grass on the horizon

stretch to the sky.

A furze bush umbrellas as if

on a safari plain.

The light brightens in pale yellow

blackening the field.

It signals an intensity beyond

the garden wall,

while our cars sleep in the shadows

drenched with dew.