April 3rd, poem number three

Long shadows stretching down the sidewalk at sunset

 

That inexplicable moment
When all the elements
Fit so perfectly
Together

 

The sun reflects in a certain way
Or the breeze blows

Just so

 

Feeling that all things are coming
Together just for this
Small portion of
Minimal bliss

 

It comes at you by surprise usually
When you are not looking
And don’t expect

 

The crazy wild notion that maybe
Just for now at least
It is allowed to
Feel alright