A poem by Linda Rubin
Relationships flicker by as light
Stops for a look
Leaves and splintered wood basks in their touch
Only staying a minute or a second
Time measures it’s metered rest
Poof and we are returned to earthly tomes
To ponder the thoughts coming
Stopping them can’t be done
Trying stops shortly
Only remain the thoughts
Building houses in the space
Left by occasional voids
Conscious openings laying the framework
Tidying up after layers added
The door locked for now