Walking back into the house I am thinking of
Caught in the middle of an angry river
Studying stars I could not see
Until darkness coddled me.
Treading water I cannot drown
As dead fish cannot die
I see that the end is not the end
Simply the start of the endless incubation of a moment.
There is that moment I saw on television
Ukrainian women gathered to kiss the cross.
Outside the open window
An empty hammock still sways
Its burden lifted but there is no loss
Only the evaporation of all the oceans of all the days I am here.
© Copyright, Richard Wilson Moss 2015
Featured Writer at “Creative Talents Unleashed
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