And the Clock Rewinds

In that said-same second
between
life and death,

a child is born
to a woman—
not quite ready.

Ribbons are awarded
to winners of the
McCarthy County Spelling Bee.

A bottle of bubbly is
popped
in Paris,

while a man in Colorado is
sentenced
to prison (though innocent of his crime).

The world contemplates,
realigns its incongruities
in a misaligned universe,

tentatively raises the shade on morning
and blows out the candle—
signaling night.

The moon
swings
low.

The second
between
life and death is an unending continuum,

one that does not decipher laughterfromtears
or as in this passage—
poetryfromprose.