The Unexpected Moment Poem by Eric Ericson

The habit of my life is such…
I do not have the time for much
of this and that - unless I clutch
the unsuspecting moment.

…or possibly, I don't know why -
I'm innocently passing by…
a word or phrase just seems to pry
my thoughts loose for a moment

or maybe longer. I don't know.
There is no time or space and so…
thought and sound will ebb and flow
like water for a moment.

…and I must try to catch the drift.
I wish my pencil was as swift
as racing thoughts. ‘Twould be a gift
when grasping at the moment.

so... I must in honesty
admit, the moment catches me
and often unexpectedly
without a pen upon it.