Meditative

Dawdling moments fetch parcels
of surprise--each new moment
a lesson: patience, how fear
closes, how time is no one’s
servant. You, my boundless
moment, borrow bits of time,
restoring them again like
a wise God. The moment cries
out for variation, for rainbows
to eclipse the gray. While
a Siamese cat rubs against
my leg, another plane arrives
in Paris. I’m slowed down
to the sound of muted
traffic and hums of
crickets in late
summer’s dusk. I
see my life made
up of moments,
each one smaller
within itself,
like a Russian
Doll.