Text by Susan H. Bowker
One Moment
I must saturate this time,
not waste it.
Where to focus?
What to elevate?
I have already lost the first moment
speeding downhill to another.
My questions are unanswered,
multiplying like weeds in an untended garden.
Is truth masquerading as trivial?
Is the profound nestled in my grocery list,
coded into weather reports,
or found in the pages of an unread novel?
The moment is chaos!
A stream of children rushing
toward my embrace
all longing, all deserving,
all lovable.