Stars? Meteorites? Poem by Lauma Lapa

At times…
there are moments that
make
one absolutely naked.

Those moments breathe us
like the smoke
a smoker inhales
So… irretrievably.

Then, the exhalation process
that lasts, maybe for
a moment
or, for the time limit
that can be expanded
endlessly.

Those are moments
that breathe us like
A fire-person struggles thru smoke
of a collapsing building.

To behold the face
of one other,
A moment when beholding
becomes life and breath.

A star, falling,
fulfils a wish, or maybe
is but a meteorite.