After. Now.

The rain has gone
and from the forest floor
things rise,
refreshed, reborn
from spores and seeds
they stand tall, firm, vibrant,
alive in the moment,
unaware how fragile life is,
basking in the perfection
of this moment, and nothing more.

About this poem

I had a beautiful afternoon with the woman I love yesterday. She lives some distance from here, but every moment with her is like a fresh rain, and I savor. I am refreshed and I am grateful.

Our life is full of such moments.