A tiny push
just a tip of a finger
as the exhale of a humming bird
Barely discernible
and yet it is enough
to change all from white to black
All that has gone before
has gone quickly
without fuss or fury
I wait for that final breath
I watch him
as once he watched over me
If I could find a circle
a way to loop life
as a water-rath from a heaved stone
But I must be content
with what a fleeting moment
a single human life is
To begin and live and end
as a tiny push
on the surface of the water
First Published 'Drogheda Writes' 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wait for final breath, thanks, good poem, I invite you to read my poems and comment.