Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration here.    

What’s your part?  Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen.  If you’d like to tell us what the day’s poem means in your life, or what word or phrase you’ve chosen to reflect on, or where those reflections have taken you, we would be honored. 

I loved this poem the instant I first read it.  In This Moment, Eavan Boland captures just that, one evocative moment in time, things seen and unseen.  This week, if you have time, try to capture a moment in your life.  What’s happening around you?  What have you been missing by rushing on to the next moment instead of savoring this one?  What do you wish you could hold on to?  For me at this moment as I type this?  Shocking pink roses from my hillside arbor sending their heady perfume to every neighbor’s house.  Spoons clinking in the kitchen.  Nemo searching for crumbs on the floor.  A breeze ruffling spring’s newest leaves. 

I particularly love the line “a woman leans down to catch a child who has run into her arms.”  I am reminded of being a child myself, of playing outside until dusk, then running home to my mother.  Thank you, Eavan Boland, for reminding me to pay attention and remember past moments, too.  And thank you, Poetry 180.