Now and Then

One branch of the tree
Leans athwart the rest.
One bird startles up
From flocks on the lawn,
Lands on the branch and

Leaves when winds dies down
So that the air clears,
As sights, sounds, moments,
Scents and memories
All gain enough space

For each one almost
To appear as one,
Although there is none
Apart from the rest,
And each now is then.