In a Moment

It is the time of day for restlessness. I move around on feet as quiet as a cat, hands thrust deep in pockets. My mind is still and quiet like the space around me.  But I must move….the need for some sort of action takes me from window to window to door and back again; watching, waiting….

I step outside, breathe and then go back in. Soon; soon darkness will fall and I will settle again, slip back into routine. My thoughts will turn as gears slowly; cogs meshing,  until all returns to normality and this moment is forgotten and past. But right now at this moment, as day is slipping away, ebbing, fading; the hint of darkness is around every corner and on every surface. I must mourn its going, grieve its passing; take my hands from my pockets and let it go.

The promises the day held as sunlight first broke the dawn; the plans and hopes I had for this day, things I wanted and needed to accomplish. The trials the victories, the work and the reward that was this day; take my hands from my pockets….let it go.

Then and only then, can I get on with this business that is my life, turn to what is ahead of me, what needs doing now. In a moment….only a moment….then I can move on.