Only A Minute

There is something to be said
for saying something
when nothing
no one
comes together
cares
looking from their warm windows
still or embracing
supper cooking
children’s faces clean
I want for you
all of the things I cannot give
names on their mittens
awards on the shelf
It’s only a minute
a flash before the memory is made
a moment wrapped in silver and gold
“It’s exactly what I wanted!”
no one looking from the windows
no one warming their bones
but it’s only a minute
a flash before the memory is gone
walking and standing
and running
are very different things
It’s only a minute.

M.

Poetry

Mandy Joy Poole View All →

Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.

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