Poetry

A Just Moment

Every now and then there is a JUST moment

As I read and I think,
I feel disgruntled. So I read and gather and
I feel great. For a moment.
Then I think more.
I must not be thinking hard enough.

I want happiness.
So I think and delude
myself into happy.
Now with diluted emotions
I find myself alone again.
Yeah I want happiness.
I think that I will JUST WAIT,
wait here.
So I waitâ€¦.

Waiting for happiness.

My futile attempts move me to
gather my strength, or what is left of it.
I gather my books and packed them away.
I picked myself up and I went
out to see.
To see people that are happy.
To see people.
I lived and I did.
And I thought little.
I made money and I did.
Even if it was little.
I had little friends and
little time for much else.
little time for consideration or flowers
or sadness.
So I lived and I JUST DID.

Every now and again though,
there came that moment.
The moment where I knew.
I knew exactly what I needed to know.
Oh yes, there were those times.
Those sweet glorious times were I lived and
I did the right amount.
Now those were the moments.
I would take that moment,
with a hardy breath and warm smile, vowing and
under oath that this is
the way things should be.

And with that warm breath and the hardy smile
I rose because I could proudly say;
I JUST AM!
Things were happening.
I knew that things were happening.
They would happen long after I was gone,
and I expected nothing.
I was in love with everything
At this moment
This moment of jubilee
Of celebration
Of all things being
As they ought to be
As they were
This is the moment
And I am just realizing
LIFE JUST IS.