Is This It? #2

O the deliciousness of the moment

When the earth decides all by itself

To turn its face from the oppressive summer heat

To the cool breath of winter.

I almost missed it when

Daisy leapt to catch the leash in her mouth

And wrest it from my unsuspecting hand,

Pleased with herself we’d had a good walk Whatever that is in the heart of her mind.

Is this it?

Or is that it?

Here or there?

The thing that I’ll remember for the rest of my life

Or the thing that will be remembered instead of me?

I almost missed it like when

I almost missed the look of your smile

When it got up in the morning

On the day you changed from young to old.