Poem

Flash 

by K. Mossinghoff

2010

as in gone-in-a 

the place where time stops

a smile 

a sister that blinks

can I tell what that was

that flew past my eyes 

a bird, a plane

not superman, well maybe

the space between then 

and now 

the shock of waking up 

out of a bad dream

the time on vacation

or the naked butt of a child 

on the beach 

or not a child, but naked

the blinding glow 

of a celestial body

that seemed to move

and draw a crowd to a stable

the span of a young man’s life 

gone so quick 

thousands of years ago

and we still do not understand

the time that it takes to live

and to breathe the real air 

the movie of a life on fast forward

in the last seconds between here

and there. 

hold it. say cheese.