30 March 2007
Hands of the clock move slowly.
Lights dance in the TV.
Hands wave, lights dance,
Hypnotized, in a trance.
The texture of the ocean is rougher today.
The beach is strewn with garbage.
If we are to live, then find a way
to live so as to live today.
Ghosts inhabit the houses.
Run outside and play.
You are the hope of those who died.
Can't you hear them urging you outside?
Open the window, listen!
Children running, a dog barking, a distant church bell
reverberates in the bird song sprinkled air.
Every wall is a fragile, fleeting boundary.
If you lose the moment, you lose infinity.
© 2007, Satya J. Gabriel