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!