Poem: This Moment

In invitation to slow down.

"This Moment" is a meditation on the fleeting nature of the present. It paints the now as an ephemeral, almost ghostlike presence—delicate, elusive, and often unnoticed. The poem juxtaposes the subtlety of the present moment against the noise of modern life: plans, ambition, memories, and dreams that all pull us away from what’s real and immediate.

There’s a tension between the human desire to capture, name, and control time, and the poem's insistence that the present cannot be held or tamed—it is a living breath, a flicker, a hum beneath the chaos. Yet, paradoxically, it suggests that despite its fragility, this moment is the only true possession we have. Not the past. Not the future. Just now.

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Listen to this poem being read by me. Scroll to the bottom for audio version.

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This Moment

This moment—see it, soft and small,

A breath between the rise and fall.

It doesn’t shout, it barely stays,

Just slips between the cracks of days.

It’s not tomorrow, not before,

It waits behind no ticking door.

It flickers like a candle’s glow,

Then leaves before you even know.

You chase it down with plans and schemes,

Yet miss it living in your dreams.

It hums beneath the rush and race,

A whisper lost in time and space.

The now is raw, a perfect blur,

A fragile thing that doesn't stir.

It won’t be held, it won’t be tamed,

No name can match what can't be named.

And still—it’s all we truly own,

This fleeting beat, this breath, this bone.

So pause the chase, the noise, the show—

And hold this moment. Let it grow.

For all we build and all we break,

It’s only now we ever take.

So grip it tight and take your stand—

Time’s tide won’t wait to hold your hand.

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My hope is that this encourages mindfulness not through instruction, but through poetic revelation. In essence, the poem is an invitation to slow down, notice, and be. It's a quiet rebellion against the rush of life—a reminder that meaning, presence, and even identity exist not in the grand arcs of time, but in this breath, this heartbeat, this sliver of now.

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Listen to this poem being read by me: