Moment Like Love

To see the shine, the glimmer of light,
the lift of stalk and leaf, to be aware
of crisp petals, wing stir, a soft note,
to feel underfoot dew-fresh grass,
to bathe in the warm flood, the urgent pour
of our yellow star, to taste cold drops
from lilac boughs, a breath from morning’s
deep, to be awake in this moment between
waves of hush, to share the expectancy
of one dip and sway of a willow branch.