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