What was left out of disaster
Who peers
out
the window waiting in fear for
A moment?
A moment that confirms eternity- inferno or haven
Starting an ending is a start
Ending a start is an end
But where hope once was grows into permanence
Shut eyes, tight throat, and memories
condensed and sunken
That heart is the only buoyant lifesaver
when everything else weigh heavily
Look out the window now
people are spirits
invisible for your two small peeping eyes to search
But when others feel the breeze rush up
Their selves chip away
no more greed and instead
The grains of people leave
and what was left
out
Of the moment