The Sometimes Sense #Poem by Jan Sand

That many of us weave our lives
Between hope and desperation,
Between the days of time’s dull go by
And those recurrent flashing sensations
When things begin to fit, there comes
A sense of it that sight and sound
In this merry go round of wooden horses,
Frozen lions that can begin to stir and stamp
And neigh, so dream creeps into reality.
Every leaf on every tree murmurs a melody
And a girl walks past with a jolly bouncing bottom.
Those days, those days have their ways that reminisce
Of younger times of lollypops, of tiny cars
Chock full of clowns, of yellow evening sunshines after storms.
Once, long ago, in a walk through Central Park
I held out my hand and a chickadee took a perch
On my finger in a momentary impossibility
Before it changed its mind and flew away.
It takes not much to shake the stars, spin the Moon,
Gift one tiny second in a burnish of delight
That can light the entire universe that might vanish
Very soon.