
The Limits of the Moment
Now there are times and places all around
From where we grow into these shapes that turn,
Each blowing in the wind. Becoming leaves
Discarded by the trees as winter falls.
We only have what falls on down with us
Reminding us of home and our belonging.
And this is not what we expect at all
In those young dreams where future times unfold
Before the eyes of every child who sees
The limits of the moment the first time.
I could have learnt then how to take those dreams
And...
Published on October 26, 2015 04:48