If the sun were to burn out now,
It would take eight minutes
Before we knew -
Eight short minutes.
...
The sparrow
Has fled its perch,
And now rests,
With billowing chest,
...
The dust mote
Had been drifting for many years;
Its trek had placed it
In every nook and niche
...
What is that package in you hand?
It looks fragile,
Yet you sling it around as though it were unbreakable;
I think it's a gift,
...
In the pool of candlelight,
The cell phone rings -
And there is a horror in the sound;
You cannot see the future,
...
So many
Senseless deaths -
And much of the world's vibrancy
Is dulled away
...
I held tight
To her hand
As though doing so
Would keep her spirit
...
The In Between
If the sun were to burn out now,
It would take eight minutes
Before we knew -
Eight short minutes.
And what would you do
If it did so?
Would you pull the gun
From the drawer,
The pills?
Would you fall on your knees,
Pray to your heaven?
Would you gather the ones you love,
Hold them till the darkness
Came,
While tears rushed from hopeless eyes?
Just remember:
It doesn't matter how we arrived
In this world;
Nor does it matter
How we leave -
It's all the in between!