Just a Moment

for Marion Pennicuik

A story tied together with a string of words

each one carefully compared to truth

repeats what the heart already knows

tells its version of the tale

A tiny moment springs a word

a beginning a middle and its end

a single note in life’s nocturne

beats against the heart

Every breath every heartbeat

each living thought

the dream the sigh

they are born they live and then they die

I hear a new note beginning

the hammer heading for the string

another gift to treasure

for the heart to sing