but for a moment in time we are where the earth stills trees stop growing rivers flowing figurines etched on the frosted edge of infinity's mirror we cannot stop the changing clocks of other worldly time rather hold with fragile awareness this instant we claim as ours Barbara Gari Serio, Copyright, 1997 [ Abuse Resources ][ Home Page][ Yia's Bio ][To Poem Index][ Favorite Sites ][ Arzani Tribute ][ Dog Photos ][ Carol's Poetry ][ Tristan's Page ][ SiteMap ][ Rumi ][ Rod McKuen ][NEXT POEM]