There is no action replay button
on Nature's wide T.V. screen.
Magical moments suddenly appear,
cast a spell, transform the scene,
then quickly disappear
never again to be seen
in that first magical way.
I walked down a country lane,
with scenes familiar and mundane,
they neither captured my attention,
nor prompted the slightest reaction,
until a sound coming from my right,
made me see things in a different light:
a blackbird, perched on a post, singing.
Rolling fields hemmed by distant hills
capped white by heavy snowfalls,
a row of sandstone houses
bathing in sun’s golden rays.
Then a cloud swooped like an eagle upon its prey,
veiled the face of the sun; the blackbird flew away
taking with it my brief magical scene.
Suddenly everything became mundane.
Isam Hussain
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-action-replay/
