Time, As Fragile... For Tsira Poem by Eric Cockrell

time, as fragile...
as dust on the pane,
the broken limb still hanging,
the pebble washed by rain.
the word almost, but not spoken,
the cat's paw on your face.
the last bulb that flickers
in the room no one enters.
the page torn, and taped back,
the baby's cough in the night.
the first kiss, and the last,
the hand trembles, and lets go!
clouds on moonlit nights,
footsteps without a trace...
the broken glass in the sink,
and the water slowly drips!