Marie Howe: "The Moment"

                               Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment
                               when,   nothing
                               happens
                               no what-have-I-to-do-today-list
                               maybe   half a moment
                               the rush of traffic stops.
                               The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be
                               slows to silence,
                               the white cotton curtains hanging still.

"The Moment" by Marie Howe. Published online by Poets.org. © Marie Howe, 2011.  

Photography credit: "Olivia Damask Curtain," by unknown photographer (originally color).