A Moments Witness Poem by Akim Alshami

How often do we find ourselves
Caught in saddened thought
Our life, devoid of grand events
Uninteresting and bland
Much like this butter knife
Spreading butter that's lost
It's shine and yellow gleam
On toast, more cardboard
Than any bread

I found myself
One winter evening
Standing by the opened front door
Listening to the world
The brushing of leaves on trees
Distant cries from playing kids
A car arriving to it's home
And subsequent locking door

This moment passes
Unique in all the world
As does ones breath
Gone without a notice
And yet now, it may
Have it's witness