continuation
by Kimberly Barecountless hours follow
a few precious moments
hours
into days
into years
unnoticed
surrendering to the onslaught
of relentless motion
one can only hope to cling
to the perfection of
revisited moments
perception
is but an illusion
of how things ought to be
and that too is shifting
endlessly
solidified
only in memory
such is the curse,
or blessing,
of this life
10/17/2003