Moments by David NeubauerIf every moment were made of neon,
flashing, flaring, blazing through the cornea,
how could we savor the subtle shades
of sunset, gradients of color more
smooth than any artist’s hand could craft.
If every moment was booming bass,
thumping, grinding, keeping time,
it would deaden the senses, make the most
beautiful operatics into white noise,
the touching symphony into mere
bow sawing at the silent necks of violins.
I strive to live each moment to the fullest,
to enjoy the smell of rain fallen on concrete,
the creamy opulence of cheescake,
or the simple electricity of a warm embrace.
But, despite my efforts, I have no intention to
burn out, fade away before my time.
There’s too much to savor, and I can’t let myself be
blind, nor heard of hearing.
04/13/2009 Posted on 04/14/2009 Copyright © 2024 David Neubauer
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