This moment, and that next

This moment right here (and this one right after it) is (or it was, and they are, or were) big-belly, ready-to-drop- everything, and run-the-red-lights pregnant.

No, not with any oh- so very vaguely named possibility (you know, or don’t know, the one), but with a very real if possibly uncatchable beauty – all the impossibly cerulean lizards, lavender jays and cobalt butterflies we never chase.

It’s (they’re) giving birth (or gave it) again, not to anything we’ll possibly notice, but to all of this (impossible to name) loveliness – one plucked chartreuse leaf fluttering down to the chocolate ground where it will stay, whether or not (looking forward or back) we bother to see it.