You’re right that this “embodied experience of the fleeting everyday moment” is both a cliché in, and about, modern lyric poetry — but I wouldn’t give in to the cliché so easily. It’s not true of such widely various poets as Pound, Stein, O’Hara, H.D., Duncan, Ginsberg, Baraka, Hejinian, Zukofsky, Ashbery, Stevens, MacDiarmid, Niedecker, Spicer, Palmer, Olson…and it would be interesting to debate Creeley, Auden, Williams, Eliot. These and more, all of them great. Indeed, one of the things that all these disparate poets have in common is their fashioning their poetics exactly against the poetry you describe; one might even argue that the “epiphanic lyric” is the very negative of something truly indicative and extraordinary about the poetry of the age…

This attention to the embodied experience of the fleeting everyday moment reminds me of modern lyric poetry, except that these short poems usually _are_ epiphanic. Elizabeth Bishop would be the paradigmatic example, but also see James Wright. (sorry, that link has stupid ad pop-ups.)