"Drift" |
(Composed 2000 March 21) |
Selected for inclusion in The Hun Review 2001 |
A single moment is a glistening sparkle |
Drifting playfully on the sighing wind |
Individually insubstantial, melting at your gentlest touch, |
Your slightest attention, |
Escaping by your very attempt to capture it |
Destroyed by your every attempt to preserve it |
Yet |
All those moments that evade your eye |
That fall around you, unnoted, unknown |
Softly silently settle to the sleeping surface |
There to band together in mutual company |
To build and pile and grow |
To dampen sound and narrow focus |
Alone they were each ephemeral |
But together they are brutally eternal, grown |
Into an obstacle, a hindrance, making |
each step an effort. |
|
So you make an effort |
Dragging one foot after the other |
Crushing together these crystalline moments |
That somehow landed outside your notice |
While you struggle toward a place |
You once knew as home |
Dulled by a transcendent weariness |
Knowing that should you pause to rest |
You will end your days there |
Smothered beneath the accumulated weight |
of your frozen dreams. |
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