Measures

by Justine C. Tajonera

These words will travel
a distance
that I may never
track.

Even as I populate my world
with facts and things
that have
measures,
many things escape me,
fall through
the cracks,
disappear or bloom
without my
say.

I ask myself
if it will
matter as
the curtain of this world
sometimes shifts
to reveal
absurdity
or the
divine.

I will not try to
measure
love or hope
or belief

or even argue
their existence.

No, the candle is
too brief,
the stakes
too high.

There is only how
I hold you
now and the things
I say
that fills this moment
with life.

(March 24, 2010)
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