Awash In the Moment
by Michael Escoubas
I am bull thistle, thriving among weeds.
And for a moment I sway clothed in yellow
beneath the cobalt blue of prairie sky.
A scarlet patch illumines the bright light
of ascending day as night gives way
to dawn. As I turn toward the town, veiled
in grey, its mountains of granite soften.
There is a moment when two worlds, one lush,
and fragrant, the other vanilla-cold, iced
in silent shadows and dreams, share a moment,
one unrepeatable moment, when pleasures
and pains commingle, raptured by color
and by dawn’s long stretch into eternity …
the day is new, life is new, lavish and free.