A Concept of Simultaneity
You don’t lose a child without beginning
to understand the passage of time,
How full tilt, flat out, fleetingly it is gone.
You suddenly know the meaning of a New York minute;
that nanosecond when normal
morphs into something so infinitely different
it is incomprehensible.
Three months later, ninety days, a quarter of a year . . .
a brief interval in the scheme of living,
a narrow juncture between being a family
and just . . . being,
such an infinite lingering on the threshold of forever.
© 27 February 2013 B A Dragon