Nothing Lost Poem by Christopher Thor Britt

Shared dreams and shadows of what will never falter
Rise to the heavens on the celestial steam from
Our morning cup of sunshine.

We hope and believe and choose to see
Through rose colored glasses as we nibble from
The same sweet pastry.

Our cardboard vessels keep us company as
Time slips by and the world goes on before us
Around us, in spite of us.

The morning is past and the sun flies high
Though we are shaded by the immovable
Unchanging tide of being.

The world at large goes on happily ignored
While yet one drop, one smile remains to feed
This fervent vision.

Steam will abate and our cups may grow lighter but
There is nothing lost, nothing lost that a little time and
A few dollars can’t refill.