For expectant awareness
      it passed by in the moonlight
            by being the moonlight

For expectant awareness
      it passed by in the ting of the ride cymbal
            of the drummer in the jazz band in the gazebo
                  on the town green
                        by being the ting of the ride cymbal
                              of the drummer in the jazz band in the gazebo
                                    on the town green

For the writer of the poem
      it passed by in the typing of the words of the poem
            by being the being of the What Is
                  the writer Was
                        but to which the writer was asleep
                              in concentrating attention on the choosing
                                    and the typing
                                          of the words
                                                of the poem.

Expectance is, by definition,
The Hobbling Of Perception With Lookingness Into Past.
Memory's one magic trick
      is its acceptance of its own proffer of images of Experience
            as circumstantial evidence
                  that Homedness, though not Now, surely
                        Once Was,
                              and is therefore,
                                    through ongoing differentiation of Figure from Ground,
                                          both Rememberable
And Expectable.

For awareness that did not Expect
It was the moonlight
And the ting of the ride cymbal
      of the drummer in the jazz band
            in the gazebo
                  on the town green
And the choosing and the typing
      of the words of the poem.

For awareness that did not Expect
The being of the being of What Is
Was Home
Was All There Is.