A Poem by Michele Keane-Moore

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To My Entangled Quark

Shall we sit a moment

To sip our jasmine tea and enjoy

Being in the same room

At the same table

with its flowered tablecloth?

Sun is spilling over both of us

With its hint of warmth,

Unmasking every wrinkle

In a familiar and slightly rude way.

The new day is upon us

Calling frantically

Like the wrens outside

For us to pay closer attention.

There are so many directions

In which we could go

And maybe should

But there is only now

That we have together

Before distance and time

Pull us apart again.

On the eve of yet

Another birthday,

I would rather forsake

An early arrival

At an unknown destination

For the time I have right

Now here with you.

Michele Keane-Moore is an avid birder and photographer who takes her inspiration from the natural world.  She teaches biology as an adjunct at Western New England University and tries to get outside every day.  


Image courtesy of the author.

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