Moment
Published on January 28, 2018
Moment
A Sonnet
Stuttering speech and hobbling thought
Makes our infant crawl come to nought.
By obtuse thought we forget to play
By a zealous caution we surely stray.
This crib called earth and an azure dome
Is not our only station or destined home.
We live everywhere, above and below
A Sun-anchored spirit casts a halo.
We are a layered story of innumerable plots
An amalgam of fire and sundry thoughts.
In us the roaring hero and shining god
And too a life giving sun and lowly clod.
By time’s shores we craft this story
By each moment a bridge to immortality.