The Story Behind the Poem
My husband gave me an hour (a whole glorious hour!) when our first two children were 22 months and 2 months old. I biked down to a coffee shop and sat outside, just soaking up the quiet. Even with the bustle of the farmer’s market around me, I was alone and loving it. I didn’t have time to write much (nursing mother duties are never-ending), but I wanted to take in all the details (because let’s be honest, I wouldn’t get another hour like that for a few more months!).
He Was There
by Sarah Steele
September 2012
H e w a s t h e r e
in the grandeur of the building
reaching for the sky
in the stillness of the dragonfly
waiting in the breeze
in the ingenuity of the vehicles
transporting in style
in the persistence of the grass
poking up through the sidewalk
in the freshness of the farmer’s market
providing real foods
H e w a s t h e r e
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