YEAH! THAT MOMENT!

the moment
oh no particular moment
that you would know

the kind of moment
that comes and goes
without your knowing

not even a moment
you would recall
from the long ago

one of those moments
that doesn't stand out
just quietly being itself

no special significance
nothing special attached to
its just there-ness

rain roaming
over the Curragh Plains
in a sudden sun shower

furze set ablaze
with a yellow
so yellow

you could hardly
credit it to be
just so

you know
that kind of moment
that refuses to let go

a moment that
only a poet
would know