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Moment
In mirthless times of wonder, I grasp for a thread of stability.
My fingers are weak,groping
and unsure.
The thread slips through, and I fall...back into myself. On a small, tiny, momentous circle --- I throw my life's fire.
The circle expands and I grow.The flames engulf my being and smother,
with their unyielding screen
of smoky knowledge,
my fears. I am alive once more. Unable to retrieve that introverted self I once knew, my existence strives and thrives,
leaving all other behind. My understanding and expression fade as I relate the last thought
from this moment's source of life.
19 March 1992 (Close Window) Copyright 1990-2008 - Julie C. Coleman Do not reproduce without permission. |