An end and a beginning Unraveling, writing itself Two moments in time Where neither is the past And neither is the future Time, like the winter outside Seems frozen, yet twirly Like the snow flakes falling Settle and become one My gaze fixed upon a moment When I'm none the wiser Yet the air seems thick With expired dreams And new hope intertwined What's next seems so untamed And hope seems so frightful For any longing for the future Is a farewell of the past Life is at a crossings And I can't but observe Footsteps fading in and out And footsteps in the making Where generations meet But only for a moment And for however much it hurts I know which path is next So I look down at the frozen ground And let the whirlwinds guide my feet
Poem by C. Gullmans, 2022
It’s been many, many years since I last wrote and published a poem. But this moment in time–when my wife and I are expecting a child while my mother-in-law is dying in cancer, and this moment in time–of joy and tragedy, of life and death, of hope and despair, all mixed up into one perfect concoction of life at its fullest–this moment in time is real-life poetry. It’s beautiful and it’s awful, and it doesn’t get more poetic than this.
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