shooting moments

That moment remained frozen

-          it turned to ice, it went dead-.

It kept going uphill just until it wept.

And instantly it went down

- because it saw, because it perpetually

compared itself to the stars-

And it started falling

for hours and days and months;

and it is still falling

Making orbits elliptical and irregular

-          might beloved ones-

in the vast atmosphere of moments.

                               Iris Verina