In That Moment

 

How little do we know and how often do we know it?

Living in ourselves as though it makes a difference.

 

Not often do we see outside of ourselves, 

but the moment comes, and

in that moment, when we are two, and

in that moment, when we are now, and

in that moment, when we are

a triangle of love and hope and promise, 

and, in that moment, 

how little do we know and how often do we know it?

 

Living in ourselves as though it makes a difference.

Not often do we see outside of ourselves.

But, when it comes, in that moment we become love, and

in that moment, we become hope, and

in that moment we are

outside of ourselves and

I am you and you are me, 

in that moment of forever.

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Poem by,

Thomas J. Simms

tjs1040@verizon.net

photo by the poet, Thomas J. Simms