Robert Ludden Poet Free verse

A Life Touched Briefly

I think about the moments
as they hover, make contact, disappear
as if forever might prove 
to be negotiable; there was
exchange, not so?  Something
about recall discerns a somewhere
with receptacles--perhaps for visionaries,
but they do not die.
Between the arms of possibility
are found the glint of hope 
(madness perhaps) or irony.

There beside the dry, unwieldy
skeleton of possibility,
are those shy hints of laughter
the bright ones overlooked, 
the vision, only vanity rejects.

It comes beyond remembering,
in mute tenacity a surge, frisson 
along the spine, confirming origin, 
blithe centrifuge that cedes no will 
or need to understand;
for there within its vast purview,
is home.
      ~

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