Now
Now morning is cool as I shelter
on the porch under my blanket
watching, writing.
Din of distant traffic,
a single leaf drops down
spiraling, unheralded, quiet;
now my daughter texts saying
they’re in a nearby town being tested
for Covid standing on an X
like in a bad movie she says–
sirens wail. I hope not
a preview of my life.
Now I’m noticing a scratch
on my finger with no memory
where it came from, a thin
white scar in the making.
A squirrel panics,
on alert as a hawk
lands on a high branch–
more sirens scream,
then fade away
now just a flicker, the shadow
of movement on a limb
high above.
11 thoughts on "Now"
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I love how this poem keeps me in the moment, but also gives me so much to consider.
Maggie, thanks for seeing these levels
I really enjoyed this. The details brought me into the poem.
Loved how you intertwined a moment in nature with your human moment!
Linda, just like life
A moment in time, detailed perfectly. Thanks for sharing your morning porch with us.
Surprising turn: now my daughter texts saying
they’re in a nearby town being tested
for Covid standing on an X
like in a bad movie she says–
sirens wail.
Nicely woven moment in time.
Thanks , Pam, just like life
Thanks , Pam, for noticing
This poem puts the reader right there on the porch with the speaker. A fascinating read
Thanks Philip, it’s a wonderful place to be