fleeting moments

Fleeting moments

of awareness

breathing life and touching another

A bird's flight,

A bee's song,

The howl of the wind.

A sunny breeze

carries the leaf

down down down

in swirls and jumps

free-falling to the ground

in brief journey's weightlessness

and far-reaching sight in spectacular color.

Carried on wings

Stabbing destiny

in this short interlude

eluding the void of forgotten boundaries,

harsh against

this instant

of sight

of life

of touch

of light

Before all changes yet again

Colliding with unknowable

on just one breath.

(c) 2017Iris B. Struller

the breath of life

The breath of life,

this give and take of mystery worlds unseen,

connects us all:

kin as kin,

without prejudice of any kind.

Think about it:

As you exhale, I might breathe in.

And your breath

becomes a part of me.

(c) 2016, 2017 Iris B. Struller

A fretful mind

A fretful mind unstilled as yet

Can't pinpoint memory

Of old joy, pain held close to heart

And yet let go again.

Why can't I capture you anew

Old story lived through, kind?

Why won't you come back, visit me,

Return, for once, to mind?

Lived through the situation

That I now can't recall

Lived through and then forgotten

A friendly lie, that's all.

I'm old and gray, I know it well:

No secret it's of mine.

My memory is, however, faint

My story it won't find.

Again I stare into kind eyes

Beckoning me to speak,

To answer question braced at me

To tell my secret deep.

But can't recall, try as I might

To dig out memory.

This slip of mind, my constant friend

Why won't you bypass me?

Where did you go?

When did you leave?

Not able to recall.

It is as though I never lived,

Stumbled before the fall.

And still you stand in front of me,

Familiar eyes on me

You smile quite kindly, comforting,

Knowing what I can't see.

(c) 2017Iris B. Struller