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