Mere Moments

A stalwart, loaded beast of arid lands
Trod slowly over scorching desert sands,
Until one final straw was rashly thrown
Atop his hump and broke him as if stone.

A negligible breeze unnoticed by
The captain or his men ’neath sapphire sky
In silence slowly charts an unplanned course
Toward frigid waters, icebergs, and remorse.

An untied shoe at intersection’s edge
Held up a little girl atop curb’s ledge
Just long enough for Dad to grab her hand
And stay her urge to run as she had planned.

Mere moments stir up ripples then create
The crashing waves that dictate one’s whole fate.

© 2012 Eric Evans

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