This perfect moment called now

Is brought to you by the universe,

Like a frozen pause in life,

When your hot tea has cooled just enough 

That you can sip it quietly from your thermos.

Now you’ve pulled into a parking lot,

Just in time to see a small whirlwind 

Eddy in the corner,

With dried broom weed it has brought from the countryside 

To mingle gently with the city’s trash.

A bird flies.

A bell rings.

Take another sip of tea 

And breathe.

You have your dignity.

And that, alone,

Is enough to move mountains.

-jenn