For A Moment Poem by Paul Reed

I wasted a moment of my life once;
Once - when I stopped to feel the summer breeze on my face
And drank in the scents of the garden,
And lay in the grass,
Which marked my skin;
And saw the clouds move so slowly,
So peacefully, with nothing in their way
And let the sun warm my bones,
And the red bricks of houses,
And listened to the deft birds in the hedge,
The far-off voices of children at play;
And stopped rushing around
Like a madman, fighting the clock;

Once, I did nothing at all
For a moment.