Is there momentum
In the telling?
Gradually building,
Like a snowball
Rolling downhill?

Is there danger
In the sounding?
Gradually echoing,
‘Til the avalanche
Deadly, descends?

Is there compassion
In the lancing,
Gradually easing,
‘Til the fever
Finally retreats?

Is there living
After dying?
Gradually rising?
Like awakening
From anaesthetic sleep?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s