There Is This Feeling
There is this feeling as I sit
On this quite comfortable leather sofa
Watching
Through the clear large glass windows
People
As they walk, quickly, slowly,
By:
It is warm,
For there is Sun
Heating October,
A good Espresso
And I wait, feeling
So many faces:
Here - that which should be, must be
Because modern life, toiling,
Is momentarily stilled
So that I am this flowing street
Of sadness, memories, happiness, beauty, joy
Anger
And angst:
Yet
So quickly, the young women with the long blonde hair
Passes
In her motorized wheelchair:
Her smile, her eyes
Caught, suspended, in my stare:
One Moon to light the Dark Night
Holding me, here -
And in this one quintessential moment
I am she who is me,
So much so compressed
As if a thousand years of living claimed me:
So much to feel
There is this tear, these puny words
Trying to distill
Something...
DW Myatt