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Time here floats
forgivingly,
I go out,
gaze into the meadow
a field of goldenrod
and I am happy.
I throw the last-of-the-summer peach peelings
into the weeds.
An incense of sun-warmed poplar leaves
fills my nostrils.
I am complete in this one moment,
of needing neither yesterday nor tomorrow
and I am once again
that small girl
on a hill in Central Park
startled by the moon
shining in the afternoon sky.
© 2011 by Lynne Santy Tanner.
Used with the author's permission.
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Lynne Santy Tanner was born in New York City but has lived for many years in North Carolina. A professional dancer and choreographer (she was choreographer for the Rutherford County, NC Arts Council for 50 years), she also writes and paints. Lynne’s poems have appeared in numerous publications and she is the author of four collections; the most recent is Ten Thousand Spiderwebs Bright with Dew.
   
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wyantjl42:
A poem which captures a piquant moment forgivingly. I like it immensely.
Posted 05/20/2014 08:49 AM
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LindaCrosfield:
Lovely, deceptively simple poem with great depth.
Posted 08/31/2011 01:43 PM
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Linda Lee (Konichek):
On a stressful day timewise, this poem was a wonderful reminder of what really matters in life; I love it and the details are perfect.
Posted 08/31/2011 11:17 AM
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VNesdoly:
That last luminous line is such a perfect wrap, linking the wonder of childhood with this moment. Beautiful -- and recognizable.
Posted 08/31/2011 10:11 AM
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mimi:
two perfect moments in a life...connected by sweet memory..lovely poem
Posted 08/31/2011 09:11 AM
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KevinArnold:
You had me from the first stanza, so light and deep. And ends with the childhood mystery of the moon in the afternoon sky, yes.
Posted 08/31/2011 08:36 AM
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dotief@comcast.net:
I love the lines about being "startled by the moon/shining in the afternoon sky." Wonderful!
Posted 08/31/2011 08:35 AM
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Gail Goepfert:
My favorite lines: "I am complete in this one moment,
of needing neither yesterday nor tomorrow" How rare, and how wonderful!
Posted 08/31/2011 07:47 AM
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