A Passing Moment Poem by Daniel Ionita
A Passing Moment
Her fate was hanging over her head like the sword of Damocles
such as it is sworn to each one of us - such as it will come to pass without fail at some stage.
She sat flabbergasted, frightened deer, stunned in front of the headlights of life.
'It is just a passing moment, a fleeting situation', I said, trying to soothe her.
'Life itself is just a passing moment' she answered.
'A string of passing moment and fleeting situations
Culminating with one - the last - in which being and universe combine.
Leave my hand in yours... for the moment...
In this way the river of time will flow more gently.
Together we'll let ourselves be borne by each single day,
gliding on the outstretched wings of every moment'.
Leave my hand in yours. I worry this is about the loss of a hand. Although not so much 'worry' as get anxious. Nobody wants to lose their hand.
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4/26/2024 10:08:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I feel the pain and grief, but also he powerlessness, the smallness of humanity here. I applaud the courage to not only stand by a fellow sufferer (holding hands) , but also, to live in the NOW. Superb metaphors! Thank you.