On the crux of the year, on the turn of the way,
When the laminated water at the edge of the ice
Catches fire for a moment on the cusp of the day.
All the changing moments of the beauty of the Earth
And our sister planets turning on the spindle of our sun
The glory of the universe, held balanced on a breath,
As we see it in the moment, and as on the moments run.
Time that built us stands behind us, time the future stands before
In the moment stand the mountain and the sky.
And the meaning of the moment is to recognise the glory
Deserving in perception of the moment, if no more,
In the only moment ever we can act and change and try,
We can be the best we can, and tell the story.
(I saw this picture tweeted on Earthpics and the poem came to me immediately, easily, and with necessity, like they sometimes do.)