A Gentle Nudge

 

It happens sometimes — an unforeseen moment

unburdened by yesterday or tired

rehearsals for tomorrow — the world slowed

 

down like an opening rose with its scent

and its color, a tacit hint of knowing

without thinking of knowing, a gentle

 

nudge, no drama, no heavenly choirs

or talking bushes, just the truth you’re meant

to stare into — life’s steady quiet fire.

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Dummerston, Vermont

June 2021

 

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