In that proverbial blink of
Your very own eye
Things happen before you
No use asking why
In the turn of a head
In one look away
A life can be changed
In the balance and sway
Of the spinning of globes
And the running of trains
In the swoosh of the air
The first roar of a plane
Sometimes no movement
At all is required
Sometimes situations simply grow tired
Or hearts cease to beat
And lungs cease to breathe
Before we can beg –
Someone will leave
On notice you be
The next time you blink
Things are more precious
Than you might now think
For the world keeps on spinning
Won’t stand still just for you
So in closing your eyes
There’s a risk you are due.
excellent….I love the confines of poetry with regard to logistics…space and time and rhythm and rhyme…I love the challenge of taking a concept and capturing it. .like a piece of art on canvas…with paper and pen in a format that allows others to quickly grasp all of the thoughts and emotions that inspired it….thanks for sharing and making me pause and think….
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