Saturday, November 14, 2009

I have closed the door

At the forward moving point of time I stand,
behind me rests the past, a mixture of triumphant highs and cavernous lows.
A series of vignettes frozen in time.

At the forward moving point of time I sit,
each moment new.
I am blind at entry and wiser at exit.


Every moment...

Every moment a birth and death of opportunity.

1 comment:

Erin said...

like the wedding or the funeral in "Certain Women". I like it.