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

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