Poem: The Moment


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.


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