The Moment

A poem partially stolen from Troy Putney

Sunrise in Montreal, 28 April 2025 — photo by the poet

I placed my indoor plants outside
so they too could feel cool rain
upon their tender leaves,
to taste clouds within their soil,
to feel the breeze brush their necks
and teach their roots how to dance with Earth.

And then I vowed to do the same
for myself and for those I love
now and in the future
until the sky opens up
to reveal the sun rising
on a new Age of Aquarius

that prompts a photosynthesis
of all that is good in the world
greening and burgeoning
in this new dawning springtime
deep in the DNA of
humanity’s cultivated soil

as a wonderful mutation
engendered by a lightning bolt
we slept through in the storm
last night spreads across the green 
hillsides of our standing still
preparing for love’s revolution.

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The Moment a Storm Passes