Friday, August 14, 2009

Life [Notebook]

It steps in front of you,
saying, "What's the meaning of this?";
throwing down the gauntlet of its immensity.

Somewhere, a bird lifts itself from the branch,
hovering for just a minute.

Then,

like a tribute to progress,

swoops low over a fisherman,

reeling in a bass.

You must capture the moment
like this.

In life,
you'll find,
all of the fleetingness of numbers enacted in the shadings,
between dawn and dusk.

The eye follows the bird;
keeping faith
with the journey.

`x~William H. Balzac ~ copyright 08/14/2009.



2 comments:

Nina E J said...

Between dawn and dusk - this is lovely!

William H. Balzac said...

Nina E J~Good to see you here! Glad you liked the poem. I enjoy your painting & sketches...So, talented.