Poetry: Just Now

Here is there last of five poems from Flying at Night by Ted Kooser, Poet Laureate of the United States, that moved me for some reason. Besides being able to share them with you, my BLOG allows me to put these poems in a safe place so I can look at them again. Let me know what you think.

Just Now

Just now, if I look back down

the cool street of the past, I can see

streetlamps, one for each year,

lighting small circles of time

into which someone will step

if I squint, if I try hard enough --

circles smaller and smaller, 

leading back to the one faint point

at the start, like a star.

So many of them are empty now, those circles of roadside and grass.

In one, the moth of some feeling

still flutters, unspoken,

the cold darkness around it enormous.