day 40 || moment of the everyday

Just a moment of the everyday:
you wake, drink your coffee,
jump into the slow burning day.

If you are lucky, poetry emerges
on a casual turn of events,
when the summer humidity slips over
as you step out the front door,

and you remember the first August
when awareness sunk in, as you stood
staring intently through your grandmother's screen porch;

a misplaced luna moth clung to the grid,
above your head,
shifting it's pale green wings,
out of reach,
luminous.