Thank you very much Toni Goodman for sharing this poem with us. I couldn't find a photo to post with it, and then I remembered the lovely card that a dear student sent me some time ago (thank you Kris!).
I hope that you will enjoy this poem, and that it helps us to recognize those moments, and be present when it happens.
Once, in the cool blue middle of a lake,
up to my neck in that most precious element of all,
I found a pale-gray, curled-upwards pigeon feather
floating on the tension of the water
at the very instant when a dragonfly,
like a blue-green iridescent bobby pin,
hovered over it, then lit, and rested.
I mention this in the same way
that I fold the corner of a page
in certain library books,
so that the next reader will know
where to look for the good parts.
from Unincorporated Persons in the Late Honda Dynasty. Copyright © 2010
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