The Paced Settling Down of Stirred Sediments 

Dr Molly’s evocative poem recounts a story of laughter, impetuous selves, and evanescent fanfare, where joy lies in the small, mundane moments, exclusively for Different Truths.

Before the
          twilight
feeds the
               grass
and makes
             its exit,       
            let me
recount
        the story
of these
      blossoms
scattered
around
    that lent
            lustre
to many
        a fading 
day...

           the days
how the
           gentle
wind
              rode
over them
        cheering
me with its 
          fragrant
fresh
          caress...
 
children
           and the
doggie
       jolting over
each, in
           rollicks
of laughter...
 
the young 
        impetuous
self
          minding
monitoring 
  all..
 
the wild 
         notions 
    that pulled
you to
     don caps
of a demi-God
          deeming
it mattered
            most...
no!
 evanescence
         matters!
 
the revelling  
      red blossom
 quick to
       turn grey, dusty,
         to merge 
with earth
   that absorbs 
all...
 
whither has 
           it gone
the fanfare
           of life?
now
  the paced
            settling
down of
      stirred up
sediments...
 
          the wind
wafts in,
       life recurs
in shapes
             anew...
 
acceptance!
 
hah! moments
           built on
fine balancing
  
          prevails
lending
             grace...
the joy
           that lies
in the
            small, mundane...
 
sip it slowly,
     your lonely
        saunters
your words,
       the noise
within,
               its
whispers...

Photo by the poet