By Scott Thomas Outlar
This is not a poem
but a simple reminder
that all of these experiences
are temporary
and fleeting,
yet still
far more beautiful
than any fallen human being
could ever ask, hope,
or dare dream of.
Like a cat fight
by an oak tree
under the blanket of midnight.
Like a last kiss
on a bridge stained
with the smell of smoke.
Like a first breath
from two fresh lungs
inhaling accidental evolution.
Everyone has a breaking point.
The trick
is to come away
at the end of the process
with even more
pieces of the puzzle
in place
than there were
to begin with.
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Scott was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Magazine Award for Excellence in the field of literature. His words have been translated into French, Italian, Dutch, Persian, Serbian, Albanian, and Afrikaans. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past four years.
