By Roberta Curley
I had a moment,
I was in the moment.
Grace brought me here,
grace will take me home.
Birds travel safe,
I will glide too
as the sun, herculean, rises
like lemon meringue pie.
Ducks dance on water
beneath my window panes.
A New Hampshire waltz
pulls me to its brightness,
bouncing on air.
Thus I entered,
thus I leave.
