The Moment
It is the moment.
The color before nightfall.
Her touch in the night.
A deep breath before the leap.
It is the moment.
A strike of the hand.
A brutal word.
A turning away.
It is the moment
we remember.
About this poem
It is one of the scariest thoughts I carry with me. That any moment, any word, might make a difference. I am not (yet) mindful enough to feel comfortable with that.
Working on it.
Tom
