5.04.2014

The Blink of an Eye

Our house
will one day
blow into the ocean;
high wires
were rigged to collapse.
One sixtieth
of one minute in a year
representing all millennia
will be lapped by lava,
folded in a cosmic tear
of little consequence.
If we’re barrelling
down extinction,
let’s breathe in this second
and the next
as they pass.

For the first Flash Fiction 55 hosted by Real Toads!