The Moment
Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment when, nothing happens no what-have-I-to-do-today-list maybe half a moment the rush of traffic stops. The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be slows to silence, the white cotton curtains hanging still.
Credit
Copyright © 2011 by Marie Howe. Used with permission of the author.
Author
Marie Howe
Marie Howe was born in 1950 in Rochester, New York. She worked as a newspaper reporter and teacher before receiving her MFA from Columbia University in 1983. She currently serves as a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets.
Date Published
03/21/2011