Last rites

We live in the moment
sputniks and soylent
Bikini and Cuba
the Bermuda triangle
and
we’re all looking for that angle
that Isosceles
patented.

The bell rings and we quicken our pace
sit and say, Grace, eat what we’re given
be thankful we’re living
in the moment.

And I’ve had more moments that I’d
sooner forget where I cast out my lines
and
reeled in regret,
but the moment passes until you can’t
see it and then you need glasses because
your eyesight is failing and you miss the last
boat to Cairo,
watch as it’s sailing away and Monday
tomorrow, who can lend you or borrow a Friday
’til the next one is due?

© 2019, John Smallshaw.