2016-05-21 – Blood and Time

 
With their one life squeezed 
   between their hands,
stretched, 
   until it might break.
They agonize not to lose
   what was forever only temporary.

The agony of living
   such a short pause
between all the endless time
   when we were not.

It comes and it goes,
   it begins and it ends.
We are just leaves on the wind
   that carries our DNA through
      the unrolling of time.
 
How cruel that we have names and memories
   when we were only born to be
the vehicle to carry
   what lies behind us
      into what lies before us.

Squeeze these moments then, regardless,
   and feel the blood and flesh that speak 
      your time.

gallagher
21 May 2106
Christchurch

— Copyright 1965-2016 by Dennis Gallagher —

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