20150913 (ideal intuition)

Some perfect moments aren’t shared

Like reading a good book 

In a comfortable chair on a rainy

Night with the dog and the cat

Nestled in their nearby pet pads

Not that I wouldn’t want to share them

But I’ve come to accept that’s not

Possible now not always cozy times

Either when I’ve worked for hours 

On a project sometimes at a desk

With rulers pencils dreams others

In the shop with screws shapers

Sandpaper files not knowing whether

I said something aloud or only in my head

Sometimes walking with the pooch

On a new trail noticing details I’d 

Overlooked earlier I think that’s a lot

Of what people love about travel

Seeing the world from a fresh vista

Something they hadn’t considered

Before like how blue the Mediterranean

Can look from Capri how the smell

Of nearby lemon trees can freeze your

Step I needn’t go farther this is all

That can be light color cool fragrant air

Unhurried breathing yet you know if

You turn as you must that perfect time

Will be gone even if you tell your

Companions to go on ahead when you 

Go back it won’t be there not ever again

Maybe the shadows changed a cloud

Moved away and now they’re calling 

You on lest you miss the next sight

When my mind wandered away during

A class lecture and the leaves on the trees

Were shifting to a slight breeze the press

Of the moment dissipated all the words

Subdued and all you could hear was your

Pulse in your ears not unpleasantly as if 

From stressful exercise more like the

Moment of awakening becoming

Conscious of the rest of the world

Waiting beyond the window where

Birds were chirping above all the 

Traffic which didn’t count anymore

Only the leaves birds calling and you

Among them really listening seeing 

The wonderful dark silence the crunchy feel

Of deep fresh snow as you traipsed from

House to house delivering your kid’s

Suburban weekly when they were sick

Or away such silence everything muffled

Except your breath inside the tunnel of

The hooded parka sparing your face

From the fierce blasts except for the 

Stoplights changing green to yellow to 

Red no cars in sight streets piled deep

On occasion to look through tree branches

Overhead dark arteries veins of some

Transparent cerebrum thinking 

Who knows what 

Frost knew 

His horse knew 

This is beautiful time

Grab it while you can

You will never be back

c. J.S.Manista. 2015