Moment to Moment

Moment to moment
In this wasted land
The trees still rise to greet the sun and the moon

In every untenable moment
Lives a parallel moment
Where the rivers still flow
The birds still sing
The flowers still bloom

When tenderness and harshness collide
In this wasted land
The rivers still flow
The birds still sing
The flowers still bloom
The trees still rise to greet the sun and the moon
Moment to moment

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© 2022 MW

For David’s Wea’ve Written Weekly (W3) poetry prompt on Skeptic’s Kaddish. Kerf Roig is our prompt poet this week. Guidelines: Responsive poem. 16 lines or less. Must start and end with the same line.