Perpendicular Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Moments of time build themselves into the parlay of
yesterday where life began.

Enjoying and looking forward to another moment, never
letting a second of it disappear from sight.

So intense and perpendicular, posing against the moon-
light, shadows crossing and re-crossing in front of
sight.

Yet, until life has opened it's gates, wanting to feel
senses that are being wrapped around integrity every-
thing in one period of glistening sorrow is unfolded
and sacrificed.