Right Now

Right Now.

She came out, broom in hand
To sweep snow from her steps,
Deliberate and graceful as a bear
In her winter gear.

"Happy New Year" she called,
Whisking powder-light snow from the top step.
Then she paused, looked up like a bird,
Straight at me, and said
"Happy Right Now."

Without thinking, I said
"Absolutely!"
I didn't even break stride.
Rushing through the cold
To be indoors.

Yet somehow the wind didn't seem
As cold,
And the snow seemed whiter,
More beautiful than ever
In that focused now,
That instant,
Perfect as a six sided flake
Of snow.