Posted by on 05.10.09 | 21 Comments
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Each milli-second is new

cells and breath mutate.

Each brilliant sparkling particle of a unit of time

is a world unto itself.

Our penchant for categorizing and

likening to

keeps us from the absolute

potential of this moment.

And then…

there’s the gulps of recognition

the stinging tears

where it’s

like against like.

My grandson Edan trying on disguises at the sporting goods store

This poem is a submission to One Single Impression prompt: what’s it like Thanks to Alana of After the Pole for this great prompt.

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