like floating down the river
with all eyes are alert
watching
for the quickest scratch
of light
with all ears are straining
for the lowest whisper
of the faintest vapor of mist
rising from the flowing stream
this moment is fleeting
and full of nothing spectacular
but truly alive
if you don’t miss it
if your heart listens
between its beats
and draws in
however feeble
the so-called life
that has become
and continued
to pour out
of the almost empty invisible cup
unspokent words
remain as such
floating along
like a faithful companion
always paying attention
to thoughts
of escaping
2025