A Perfect Moment

A Perfect Moment

Life for me is doing
The mundane things
Day after day
Waiting for the perfect
Moment to arrive.

They happen suddenly and
Unexpectedly. They sneak up on you
And if you are not paying attention
You might just miss them:

Shooting hoops with my son
Or playing catch in the yard,
Holding my wife in my arms while
watching our teenage son play with his infant brother.
Tickling the baby until he laughs so much
you have to laugh too,
Holing hands with my wife.
A conversation with my son,
Celebrating the birth someone’s child.
Embracing a friend or love one whom
you have not seen in a while.

These are but a few perfect
Moments that I have had.
They have always come when
I have been sharing of myself.
It never comes through self gratification.

For self gratification only leads to search
for the next self grafting act.
Each time less satisfying
With a huge let down afterwards.

A perfect moment stands on its own
It is sweet and pure,
Leaving a lingering euphoria of peace,
That can be felt every time
The moment is remembered.

So I wait doing the mundane, watching
For the next perfect moment to come.

October 4, 2007
Larry T. Hollist