Thursday Poem

This Minute, This Life

However hard I try
to forget what I’ve learned
to not know what I know
to not see, not believe

sudden doors open anyway
to moments of clarity
to lost treasure found
and fingers of light pointing
this leaf, this word,
this minute, this life.

by Johanna Jordan
from Small Poems, 2006

 

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