Beauty in a Moment

There’s a chance you might catch it, like the flutter of a wren,

Out the corner of your eye, its escape to its den,

It’s the jump of the frog, when you only see the splash,

It’s the turn of a fish when you only glimpse a flash,

It’s the rustle in a bush, the tail as it goes,

It’s the sun through a water drop from the river flows,

It’s the moment that dawn breaks, or when the sun drops green,

It’s something one could miss, but it’s something I have seen,

I want to hold the moment, but I know it can’t be done,

You can’t clasp running water or it will cease to run,

You cannot catch the wind with a brown paper bag,

Remember it’s this wind that flies your waving flag,

It is this flowing water that carries you down streams,

I’d have no answer for you, if you asked me what it means,

But I know that it’s significant, when all is said and done,

Just remember beauty in that moment, whenever it may come.

(Poem: JBD / AJWT)